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Letras: Know The Score. All Time Low. Terminal.


Privileged youth with unreal hate
Aimed right at you
What are you fighting for?
You're a cancer without a cure
I've fucking earned everything that belongs to me
The guilt you carry has got to be tearing you apart

If seeing is believing just carve out my eyes
You're mad at the world without a fucking reason why