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We are all inclinded to live a separate way of life. |
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Some say it's our downfall, |
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But there are reasons why we tread on different sides. |
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And some say it's our downfall if we don't keep to the right, |
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Always keep gold in our sights. |
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Looking further into such things, there is no, there is no balance worth letting go. |
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We can tell that you're trying to swing at something you can't hit. |
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The wind won't blow you back on your feet when you're stuck on repeat. |
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So here, so here I stand, perfectly aligned with the, with the other side. |
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We can tell that you're trying to swing at something you can't hit. x2 |
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It's all coming to a much needed end. |
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What the fuck's with all the shit that you've been force feeding down the throats of others, |
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Underneath the fucking covers, thinking that we wouldn't know. |
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Why do you try to live a worthless way of life? |
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I've tried to explain to you a half a dozen times. |
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I've lied to you kindly half the time. |
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There is no reason to let ourselves go, |
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Pushing forward just to stay afloat. |
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Try to stay afloat. |
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We can tell that you're trying to swing at something you can't hit. |
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The wind won't blow you back on your feet when you're stuck on repeat. |
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Some say it's our downfall if we don't keep to the right. |
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We can tell that you're trying to swing at something you can't hit, |
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And it's coming to a much needed end. |
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And we'll never follow you because the road signs point us in the right direction. |
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Our sights will never align. |
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And we'll never follow you because the road signs point us in the right direction. |
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Our sights will never, will never align. |
