We could never put this in context
We could never figure this one out
The air is getting colder by the minute
And every moment feels like a thousand years
March through the streets
A splendid parade of death and uncertainty
Kneel when we're asked to
Face down on the asphalt
March through glass and shattered bricks
Oh, how cautious we walk
Another awkward step
Another broken home
Oh, my god we're here to write history
For a change
'Cause this is who we are
Oh, my god now it's all how it's supposed
To be for you and me
Who we are
Who we are
Who we are
Who we are
As the alcohol takes hold
We're still scared to our bones
So let your comforting words burn
Through the coldest of nights
Grace my cheek when I'm alone
Oh, my god we're here to write
History for a change
'Cause this is who we are
Oh, my god now it's all how it's supposed
To be for you and me...

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