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A beat-down accusation |
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To a once relaxed sensation |
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A fool comes just as phony |
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As the world it believes around |
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Yet as I fret, |
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I won't forget |
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That my heroes never listened to the words held all around us that are |
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Strictly for the birds |
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That feed on the fake |
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Can't the world see? |
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Those who stand alone |
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Don't know what to take |
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Can't the world see like me? |
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The Only Thing he cares about |
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Has left him out to dry |
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A line for every broken time |
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Is what he had to try |
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Yet as I fret, |
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I won't forget |
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That my heroes never listened |
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To the words held all around us that are |
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Strictly for the birds |
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That feed on the fake |
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Can't the world see? |
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Those who stand alone |
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Don't know what to take |
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Can't the world see like me? |
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Strictly for the birds |
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That feed on the fake |
|
Those who stand alone |
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Don't know what to take |
|
Strictly for the birds |
|
That feed on the fake |
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Those who stand alone |
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Don't know what to take |
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Can't the world see? |
