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Breathing like I'm seething |
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like my bill of rights is being burned before my eyes |
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Seeing, disbelieving |
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like some trick of lights is being played to hide the lies |
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What you're taking out on me now |
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What you're rakin' down my back |
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It ain't showing |
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But I ain't faking nothing so I guess |
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It means I ain't taking what you're throwing |
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You can draw my blood |
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watch me bleed, but I ain't dyin' |
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Got my lucky star |
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my spirit's free, this time I'm buyin' |
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Grieving till I'm free again |
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till your love no longer comes haunting in my sleep |
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Weaving over bleeding |
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this creature of habit will not be obsolete |
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What you're taking out on me now |
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What you're rakin' down my back |
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It ain't showing |
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But I ain't faking nothing so I guess |
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It means I ain't taking what you're throwing |
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You can draw my blood |
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watch me bleed, but I ain't dyin' |
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Got my lucky star |
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my spirit's free, this time I'm buyin' |
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Lucky star, my spirit is free again |
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Every single wound that weeps |
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Every jaded memory |
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Calls for a new one in it's place |
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So let me lead you through this dance |
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of guilty pleasures in advance |
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peachy at the corners of your mouth |
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Sands of time will fall... |
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You can throw me off my course |
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I will make it my resource |
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Just to be myself |
