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SWITCHFOOT
She turns like the ocean She tells no emotion She's been coming down the fine She's just reminicing Blood, sweat, and one thing's missing She's been breaking up inside, inside Singing without tunes Screaming without lungs One more than my lonely nation And one more than my lonely nation Desperate we are yearn Separate we are one One more than my desperation And one more than my lonely nation We are the target market We set the corporate target We are slaves of what we want We're just not amused And we're just to sit back losing We are slaves of what we want Singing without tunes Screaming without lungs One more than my lonely nation And one more than my lonely nation Desperate we are yearn Separate we are one One more than my desperation And one more than my lonely nation Lonely, lonely Don't leave me home I'm tired Don't leave me home I'm tired of feeling low Feeling low I'm tired of feeling low Feeling low I'm tired of feeling low Feeling low I'm tired of feeling low Feeling low Feeling low Feeling low Singing without tunes Screaming without lungs One more than my desperation And one more than my lonely nation Desperate we are yearn Separate we are one One more than my lonely nation And one more than my lonely nation One more than my lonely nation And one more than my lonely nation
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