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Was running free, but now the road is fading |
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Can't believe it got to this degree |
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You turn your shoulder with the face you're making ' |
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Cause sad attempt are what you gave to me |
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I hope it was a lie |
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No one can hear you |
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Not a thing you say |
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So you can do yourself a favor |
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And tell it to me straight |
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Capture moments in a box then keep 'em |
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Tucked away like they were history |
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Gun the crowd with a steaming pistol |
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Such a way to make some misery |
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I hope you get it right |
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No one can hear you |
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Not a thing you say |
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So you can do us all a favor |
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If you wanna plead your case |
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So brace yourself |
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And tell it to me |
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We're on the verge |
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Brace yourself, for some kind of redemption |
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Brace yourself, if you wanna be saved |
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Brace yourself, for some kind of redemption |
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Brace yourself, we're on the verge of a break! |
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So tell it to me straight |
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No one can hear you, straight |
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Not a thing you say |
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So you can do us all a favor |
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If you wanna plead your case |
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So brace yourself |
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And tell it to me |
