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A moment of^Em silence, please, for^C those who n^Dever get the chance ^EmThey show up to the party, bu^Ct they're never^D asked to dance

^EmThe losers, the liars, the bastard^Cs, the th^Dieves ^EmThe cynicists, the pessimists, and those that ^Cdon't believe in n^Bothing

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^EmI never met a loser ^Cthat I didn't see eye-t^Do-eye with, I de^Emclare ^CI stare into yo^Dur eyes

^EmBut you look ri^Cght past me into t^Dhe air ^EmWhat's it like ^Cto stand in your ^Dshoes?

^EmTo have never felt the belt ^Cof somebody's ^Babuse? ^EmI take the bottle and ^CI tip it for all my heroes ^Dthat have passed

^EmAlas, you have left us, bu^Ct your stories ^Dthey will last ^EmUninspired by the r^Cecruiting ^Dcall

Independent we^Em stand ^EmInde^Cpen^Bdent we fall

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S^Emo tell me how long do you t^Chink you can go before you l^Gose it all? ^DBefore they call you bluff and watch you fall?

^EmI don't know, ^Cbut I'd like to think I had control ^GAt some point, ^Dbut I let it go and lost my soul

Sit tight, ^Embut the revolution's ye^Cars away ^GI'm losing faith and I'm runn^Ding low on things to say

^EmSo, I guess I have no ch^Coice but to regurgitate ^GThe tired anthem of a loser a^Dnd a hypocrite

Oh! To ha^Emve died that ^Cnight, I re^Galized it would^Dn't last ^EmOur days were numbered and^C the reaper tipped the hourglass

T^Ghe final mayday of our si^Dnking ship had come and passed ^EmOh! To ^Cthe west, yo^Gu don't know what it is y^Dou're running from

^EmAnd everybody's la^Cughing loud ^GLast chance to make your mother and your father pr^Doud

^EmOh, ^Coh-o^Dh-oh^Em, oh^C-oh^D-oh^Em-oh^C, o^Dh-oh-^Emoh ^C ^B ^EmOh, ^Coh-o^Dh-oh^Em, oh^C-oh^D-oh^Em-oh^C, o^Dh-oh-^Emoh ^C ^B

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A moment of^Em silence, please, for^C those who n^Dever get the chance ^EmThey show up to the party, bu^Ct they're never^D asked to dance

^EmThe losers, the liars, the bastard^Cs, the th^Dieves ^EmThe cynicists, the pessimists, and those that ^Cdon't believe in n^Bothing

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They said &q^Emuot;a pox, upon y^Cour house, upon y^Dour family And ev^Emeryone you knew, a^Cnd everyone you'l^Dl ever meet"

I b^Emet they think we wish ^Cwe joined when w^De could ^EmBut we do what we want, we d^Con't do w^Bhat we should

^EmNow, e^Cverybody's laughing, 'c^Dause they're thinking they're

in on something I don't get

^EmDon't forget ^CI connect and ^DI read every word you said

^EmLike a child who ^Cbelieves he w^Das wronged ^EmIf you hate me so much, then ^Cstop s^Binging my songs

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