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The Forgotten

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Words ByBillie Joe Armstrong
Music ByBillie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool, Jason White
Recorded AtJingletown Recording
ProducerRob Cavallo, Green Day
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Lyrics
Where in the world's the forgotten? They're lost inside your memory You're dragging on, your heart's been broken As we all go down in history Where in the world did the time go? It's where your spirit seems to roam Like losing faith to our abandon Or an empty hallway from a broken home Well, don't look away from the arms of a bad dream Well, don't look away, sometimes, you're better lost than to be seen I don't feel strange, it's more like haunted Another moment trapped in time I can't quite put my finger on it But it's like a child that was left behind So where in the world's the forgotten? Like soldiers from a long lost war We share the scars from our abandon And what we remember becomes folklore Well, don't look away from the arms of a bad dream Don't look away, sometimes, you're better lost than to be seen Well, don't look away from the arms of a moment Don't look away from the arms of tomorrow Well, don't look away from the arms of a moment Don't look away from the arms of love Well, don't look away from the arms of a bad dream Don't look away; sometimes, you're better lost than to be seen Well, don't look away from the arms of a moment Well, don't look away from the arms of tomorrow Well, don't look away from the arms of a moment Don't look away from the arms of love
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The Forgotten
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