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When it's time to leave this place |
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I'll follow what comes easy |
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Elude the human race |
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Discover what still feeds me |
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And if my interest is |
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Waning I can't fake it |
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Your captive audience |
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Escaped for soul renovation |
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And I know |
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I might be wrong |
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But I'm sick of pretendin' |
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I've listened to you too long |
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And nothing's ever mended |
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You can stretch the truth |
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But patience wears you so thin |
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It's just as easy to see through |
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Your high self opinion |
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And I know |
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I might be wrong |
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But I'm sick of pretendin' |
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I've listened to you too long |
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And nothing's ever mended |
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And I know |
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I might be wrong |
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But I'm sick of pretendin' |
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I've listened to you too long |
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And nothing's ever mended |
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And I know |
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I might be wrong |
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But I'm sick of pretendin' |
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I've listened to you too long |
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And nothing's ever mended |
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And nothing's ever mended |
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And nothing's ever mended(Nothing's being ever mend) |
