All those years
wanting to be here
All those tragedies I screamed at
and laughed at
and threw in the trash
And still they stand
their lives burn so bright
they've long since defined
what's wrong and what's right
Can't be sensitive
It's been done
What's left to be said
will be spoken in tongues
Rumors fly
from simple minds
Simple minds
but no simple lies
Being here after all this time
being laughed at
being judged
like being in bed with a porcupine
a thousand pricks against one
All those years
waiting to be here
All those songs they laughed at
ignored
and called out of tune
And still they stand
their lives burn so bright
they've long been defined
what's wrong and what's right
Can't be sensitive
It's been done
What's left to be said
will be spoken in tongues
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