M.O.R. lyrics:
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F-Em-Am-Dm  F-Em-Am

We’re middle class and middle of the road
our time has passed us by and what
are we to do, is still not clear

The bars are full of out-of-towners
we run away, we are not cowards
we just prefer to not stay here

We’re on our last breath, we’re last in line
and first to leave them all behind
in haze of their cheap wine, and cheaper beer

We stare at the night, lit up by the tower
We stare at the sky that goes on forever
We stare in awe, at the end of the era

We don’t mind at all, we don’t really care
We stare in awe, at the end of the era

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