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Weep for yourself, my man, |
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You'll never be what is in your heart |
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Weep, little lion man, |
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You're not as brave as you were at the start |
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Rate yourself and rake yourself |
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Take all the courage you have left |
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And waste it on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head |
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But it was not your fault but mine |
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And it was your heart on the line |
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I really fucked it up this time |
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Didn't I, my dear? |
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Didn't I, my... |
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Tremble for yourself, my man, |
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You know that you have seen this all before |
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Tremble, little lion man, |
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You'll never settle any of your scores |
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Your grace is wasted in your face, |
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Your boldness stands alone among the wreck |
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Now learn from your mother or else spend your days biting your own neck |
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But it was not your fault but mine |
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And it was your heart on the line |
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I really fucked it up this time |
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Didn't I, my dear? |
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But it was not your fault but mine |
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And it was your heart on the line |
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I really fucked it up this time |
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Didn't I, my dear? |
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Didn't I, my dear? |
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[harmonizing] |
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But it was not your fault but mine |
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And it was your heart on the line |
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I really fucked it up this time |
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Didn't I, my dear? |
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But it was not your fault but mine |
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And it was your heart on the line |
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I really fucked it up this time |
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Didn't I, my dear? |
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Didn't I, my dear? |
