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I'm paranoid and sick of this world's misconceptions of things I did |
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My language poured across this wrist in a metaphoric disaster |
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My guess, I'm missing out the punch line |
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Unless this hanging noose is fitted to be all mine. |
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I Stood by everything I loved |
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While you never understood me much |
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And to many of you you fighting over nothing |
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Oh, there's never enough cool for everyone |
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And before you know it you're selling out to be in |
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I Stood by everything I loved |
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While you never understood me much |
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These eyes ungoverned are tearing us apart |
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Their ears forsaken have given up on art |
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Now, why believe in anything they praise |
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When one hand holds them the victor |
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While the other holds the shovel to their graves |
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I Stood by everything I loved |
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While you never understood me much |
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Oh, this ticket window has closed |
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Save your money, baby... |
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The next show's about to start |
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Where else can you get to watch this talent fall... |
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One by one they drop |
