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At the end of the day, you're so soft spoken Don't hang your head for me Nobody seems to believe in the reasons you feel so lonely Nobody seems to accept them the way that I do This teenage wasteland of ours I feel too much I remember the way you left me broken Don't shed a tear for me Nobody seems willing to save me from purgatory Nobody seems able to shed the tread wheel This teenage wasteland of ours I feel too much This drug won't take our prayers I need this clutch Say something, say something, say something, say something now Say something, say something, say something, say something now This teenage wasteland of ours I feel too much This drug won't take our prayers I need this clutch Now I need this clutch From Letras Mania