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I'm in a crowd full of angels and demonsI'm looking out for the jingoes and heathensNobody move and nobody gonna get hurtReach for the sky with your face in the dirtEverybody is a starGot my money and I'm feeling kinda lowEverybody got a scarAin't it funny how we're running out of hope?Yeah oh yeah oh yeahYeah oh yeah oh yeahI got blood on my hands in my pocketsThat's what you get turning bullets into rocketsI am a kid of a bad educationThe shooting star of lowered expectationEverybody is a starGot my money and I'm feeling kinda lowEverybody got a scarAin't it funny how we're running out of hope?Yeah oh yeah oh yeahYeah oh yeah oh yeahI'm just a face in the crowd of spectatorsTo the sound of the voice of a traitorDirty looks and I'm looking for a paybackBurning books in a bulletproof backpackEverybody is a starGot my money and I'm feeling kinda lowEverybody got a scarAin't it funny how we're running out of hope?Yeah oh yeah oh yeahYeah oh yeah oh yeah
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