Lostprophets Liberation Transmission A town Called Hypocrisy Can you take this broken boy? And put the pieces back as one? Though he has all of his toys... He is never having fun Because it's not enough Now we're growing up We are giving up We are moving on Because its not enough We were growing up We are giving up And I won't hear what you say so... Save your sympathy Who do you think you're fooling? Everything is dead! Now you welcome me, To a town called hypocrisy Save your sympathy Who do you think you're fooling? Everything is dead! Now you welcome me, To a town called hypocrisy (Town Called Hypocrisy) Can you take this lonely girl? I pick her up from off the ground 'cause theres no pride, to be found When you follow sheep around And no future here, no future For us in this town Because it's not enough Now we're growing up We are giving up We are moving on Because its not enough We were growing up We are giving up And I won't hear what you say so... Save your sympathy Who do you think you're fooling? Everything is dead! Now you welcome me, To a town called hypocrisy Save your sympathy Who do you think you're fooling? Everything is dead! Now you welcome me, To a town called hypocrisy La la la Lalalalalalalala la la Lalalalalalalala la la Lalalalalalalala la la (lalalalalalalala la la) Because it's not enough Now we're growing up (lalalalalalalala la la) We are giving up We are moving on (lalalalalalalala la la) Because its not enough We were growing up (lalalalalalalala la la) We are giving up And I won't hear what you say so... Save your sympathy Who do you think you're fooling? Everything is dead! Now you welcome me, To a town called hypocrisy Save your sympathy Who do you think you're fooling? Everything is dead! Now you welcome me, To a town called hypocrisy |
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