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Oh this could really waken you |
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It could make you or just |
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break you down |
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It takes a certain kind of sickness |
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to stick around |
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Fell apart in a bad dream, |
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And throwing punches as hard as you can. |
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A nightmare they come out to slow |
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They won't call it a comeback. |
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If you get distracted by |
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all the bright lights |
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All the flame highs |
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It'll pass you by. |
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Oh. It will pass you by |
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It's almost like you've got this bomb |
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and it's strapped to your chest |
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and you're, begging for attention. |
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Nobody notices, and no one cares. |
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Fell apart in a bad dream, |
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And throwing punches as hard as you can. |
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A nightmare they come out to slow |
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They won't call it a comeback. |
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If you get distracted by |
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all the bright lights |
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All the flame highs |
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It'll pass you by. |
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It will pass you by. |
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See, I would never want to take it back. |
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I would never change a thing. |
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I wouldn't ever want to start again, |
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Cause I have learned from my mistakes. |
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See, I would never take it back. |
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I would never change a thing. |
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I wouldn't ever want another chance, |
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I have learned from my mistake. |
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Fell apart in a bad dream, |
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And throwing punches as hard as you can. |
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A nightmare they come out to slow |
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They won't call it a comeback. |
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If you get distracted by |
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all the bright lights |
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All the flame highs |
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It will pass you by. |