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I used to be a Southern Gent |
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Given up on self respect, |
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When your losing your dress |
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Did you think you could touch me, |
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Did you think you were something, |
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Don't stop, believe you were right |
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This time |
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Don't stop, believe you were right |
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To save a life |
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This will be our downfall |
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This is who we are, when we've lost all composure |
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They will never face a liar, |
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Is this what it means to lead but follow |
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To cover it up, is this what it means |
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To cover your eyes, to stay alive |
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Did you think you could touch me, |
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Did you think you were something, |
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I'll know to erase the past, |
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I will carry you out alive |
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Existing, |
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To make up for time that we did not have, |
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I'll know just who we are when we've lost all composure, |
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I'll know to erase the past |
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I'll know to erase the past |
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So I can finally see |
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Were lost in existence, |
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We've lost all composure |
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I'll carry you out of here, |
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Why cant they see, we've lost who we used to be, |
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But I'll be fine |
