The Ones
We are the ones you call uneducated, we're jaded, ill-fated.
Take a look around cause we're not separated, you hate it, we crave it.
Going the distance, with a show of resistance.
try and do an number, christ I'll put you under.
We are the ones you said we're going nowhere. No hope there.
You said we don't care.
Adjust your fucking mind cause we aint fucking dying. Stop prying.
Stop crying.
On and on it goes.
Take a look around cause we're not separated, you hate it, we crave it.
Going the distance, with a show of resistance.
try and do an number, christ I'll put you under.
We are the ones you said we're going nowhere. No hope there.
You said we don't care.
Adjust your fucking mind cause we aint fucking dying. Stop prying.
Stop crying.
On and on it goes.
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Marlin, Jenna Gibbons, Max Loke Linus Reich
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