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Don't say a word |
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Choose them carefully |
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They're like bullets in the air |
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You should aim your gun before you pull the trigger |
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Or maybe you should just put it away |
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You've got it bad |
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And no one understands |
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There's a storm inside your mind |
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Lightning never chooses where it will strike |
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But it can burn a bridge right to the ground |
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Oh you think they all agree |
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Most definitely you're in the right |
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Or they tell you what you want to hear |
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Secretly they feel your unrestrained spite |
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If you demand respect |
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Fear is what you'll get |
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You'll never hear an honest word |
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You'll buy right into it |
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Your ego left unchecked |
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And you'll mistake all these strangers for your friends |
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These people aren't your friends |
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Oh, these people aren't your friends |
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They'll try to dance on your broken glass |
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Then pull the shards out when you're gone |
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Then they'll curse your name |
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Renounce every flattering word that they said to you |
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Don't say a word |
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Choose them carefully |
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They're like bullets in the air |
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You should aim your gun before you pull the trigger |
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Or maybe you should just put it away |