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This blood that's in our veins it
Carries all of these mistakes that we've ever made
When we're not thinking straight
I don't remember every name
But it seem like every face is back at the place
The same place they've tried to escape
Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time (whoa-oh)
Not giving up, not getting by,
Sticking it out through hardest times
Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time (whoa-oh)
Just standing in this crowded room
Still makes me feel alive
These thoughts that's in our brains
Were razor sharp but all the years made them fade
Or wrote them in a different way
It's the years of sleeping late
And drinking everyday and it's the same things that we blamed
The same things we tried to escape
Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time (whoa-oh)
Not giving up, not getting by,
Sticking it out through hardest times
Tonight's a party for the misfits doing time (whoa-oh)
Just standing in this crowded room
Still makes me feel alive
This smoky crowded and cloudy room
Flashes me back to my misspent youth
So when I walk home drunk and I wake up bruised
I'd like to thank each of you