A Jingle For The Product

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There were times when we raised our fists to the world
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Ready to crush opposition
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And there were times when we lied like thieves in disguise
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And I'm remembering those times too
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We never had a chance but we made our plans 'til they were blown apart
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We watched it all crash around our feet and man it broke my heart
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We took it day by day and never thought for once those days were gonna end
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I got what I wanted when I think about it but I miss my friends
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Accidents or accusations I got my fucking reasons
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And even hearts of gold can overload, when they've lost what they believed in
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When the seams start to come apart
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In this frustration we find our salvation
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I've fallen flat on my face more than once in this race
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It didn't stop me from trying
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I did my best at least but I get no peace
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When I'm holding the shortest straw
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We never had a chance but we made our plans 'til they were blown apart
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We watched it all crash around our feet and man it broke my heart
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We took it day by day and never thought for once those days were gonna end
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I got what I wanted when I think about it but I miss my friends
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Accidents or accusations I got my fucking reasons
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And even hearts of gold can overload, when they've lost what they believed in
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When the seams start to come apart
Bm                     D
In this frustration we find our salvation
Bm                     D
In this frustration we find our salvation
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In this frustration we find our salvation
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  Separate everyday a little more from the things we start
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Well I won't forget my part
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Well I won't forget my part
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   In the end what you want is much different from what you choose
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Yeah, it's bigger than me and you
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It's bigger than me and, than me and you

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