| I’m wise enough to know
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| These promises pernicious
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| The fruit of what was sewn
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| And still I’m reeling
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| Mistrust forever more
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| The wake you left is vicious
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| Your hate can’t help but show
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| And still I’m reeling
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| Done throwing coins in a wishing well
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| Break, Walls
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| That you have built yourself
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| I’m done with all the lies you speak
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| No, More
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| Won’t turn the other cheek
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| How could I have ever thought it’d be worth it
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| You’re falling farther, and farther, and farther, and farther apart
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| How is it you don’t know
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| I’m wise enough to know
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| These promises pernicious
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| The fruit of what was sewn
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| And still I’m reeling
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| Mistrust forever more
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| The wake you left is vicious
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| Your hate can’t help but show
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| And still I’m reeling
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| I’m growing tired, you manipulate
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| Your, words
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| They further aggravate
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| I drew the line, now will you make a move
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| Weakness
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| That’s what’s inside of you
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| I am still warm from transgression, aggression
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| I still feel the sting, can’t help but question
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| And suffer the wrath of conditions created by you |