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I'm trying to tell you |
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I have gone so far |
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The stories that should be forgotten |
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Are still hanging on my mind |
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Through a lifetime of |
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Make believe kind lines |
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Stuffed with your vain disdain |
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Shivery eyes, pure see-through lies |
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From the kings of Superbia reign |
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If my dreams are left to drown, would you care? |
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You'd stand proud in the crowd and walk away |
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Ready or not, here I come |
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Finding my way into this world |
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Gotta stand strong and take it all |
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One more day |
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Barefoot on the bloodstained road |
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You left me there on my own |
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Soaked in redness of my raw truth |
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Face what you have made me go through |
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Fake smiles, backstabs, insincerity |
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Small talk and flattery |
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Everyone looks their best |
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With a dead heart in their chest |
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When you refuse to aid a friend, then you lose your soul |
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It's when you wash your hands clean, you fall |
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Ready or not, here I come |
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Finding my way into this world |
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Gotta stand strong and take it all |
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One more day |
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Can you stand proud |
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If you drown |
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You'll lose your soul |
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You know you'll fall |
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Ready or not, here I come |
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Finding my way into this world |
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Gotta stand strong and take it all |
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One more day |
