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Can't you see that I'm sick of this? |
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Chances are you're oblivious |
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To how I feel, Sitting on your throne |
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And I'm sure that I'm not alone, |
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not alone, not alone |
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Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? |
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Was it something that I couldn't see? |
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Never knew this would be so political |
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And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin |
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And it's starting to tear from within |
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But it's obvious that doesn't bother you |
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So please |
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I didn't think that you'd sell me out |
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Now I know what you're all about |
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You might feel in control of things |
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But you're not holding all the strings, |
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all the strings, all the strings... |
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Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? |
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Was it something that I couldn't see? |
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Never knew this would be so political |
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And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin |
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And it's starting to tear from within |
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But it's obvious that doesn't matter to you |
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I swallowed all your answers; |
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I've swallowed all my pride |
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You've used up all your chances, |
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To keep this all inside |
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Tell me please, who the fuck did you want me to be? |
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Was it something that I couldn't see? |
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Never knew this would be so political |
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And please, I'm still wearing this miserable skin |
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And it's starting to tear from within |
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But it's obvious that doesn't bother you |
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So please, don't keep telling me that it's okay |
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I don't buy all the shit that you say |
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And quite honestly I'm fucking sick of it |
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So please, if I cut off this nose from my face |
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Then I wouldn't feel so out of place |
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But it still wouldn't be quite enough for you, |
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So please |
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