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I'm fucking sick, so sick and tired |
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Of coming back to these broken places |
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It leaves a hole in me that can never be filled |
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Walking these streets alone I'm |
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tired and I'm jaded some, no this |
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will never be the same old |
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I'm staying true to the plans in my head |
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I'm staying true to the plan |
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Walking these streets alone I'm |
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tired and I'm jaded some, no this |
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will never be the same old. |
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And all the places and all the people |
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do you regret it would you even know? |
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Waking up each day trying to face a |
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cruel world, violence the power of one over another. |
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This is not how we are meant to live, and this is |
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not how we are meant to live well |
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I refuse to be apart of this disease |
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and I refuse to play that part. |