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All these eyes keep pointing at me Drawing targets on my back Every evening they see through me That's why I'm on the attack From a club in Johnson City To a hotel in Cologne See our pale and sunken faces We're calling anywhere our home And I hope that you find all the peace that I could not find 'Cus I just can't get it off of my mind We're a complicated stereotype Put a mortgage on our futures Put a stopper in our youth We would worry about it later We were writing our own truce And I guess that is why in all the pictures that I find We had that little gleam in our eyes One I haven't seen in such a long time But I guess that's how the story goes Just like a hundred times before But it makes me sick that this is the end Of those memories in a bargain bin And what a sad summarisation For a way to spend your youth Just some cocky drunk teenager Mothers thank you for the dues And I hope that you find all the peace that I could not find 'Cus I just can't get it off of my mind We're a complicated stereotype When we had that little gleam in our eyes One I haven't seen in such a long time