| You could learn from your mistakes
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| If you saw how others see you
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| You’d realize it would be better the change you look of a tough guy
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| You think you are the only one with a gun in his hands
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| Bloody and fake hands
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| And so many fools do the same as you
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| (Show the scars from their fights as if they were a prize)
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| I have filled the trash with you good intentions
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| I’d already got tired of waiting for your help
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| 'Cos I knew I would not need more of your fking lies
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| And I want to stomp your face against the ground
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| As you have done since you threw away all your dreams
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| Changing your way of being
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| You’ve broken all we’ve ever been, now
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| You think back on with your new friends The beating you gave to someone
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| Who was alone and passed you on the street
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| Ah, you feel so good…
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| And you go out, go out with your so called exciting friends
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| Now your best friends I’ve seen you change while you’ve wasted your life (When
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| we meet in the street, I see the shame you feel)
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| And you have become someone so alone
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| I’d already got tired of waiting for your help
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| 'Cos I knew I would not need more of your fking lies
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| And I want to stomp your face against the ground
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| As you have done since you threw away all your dreams
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| Changing your way of being
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| When you do things intending to hurt me, really only, only you lose.
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| When… When…
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| I’d already got tired of waiting for your help
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| 'Cos I knew I would not need more of your fking lies
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| And I want to stomp your face against the ground
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| As you have done since you threw away all your dreams
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| Changing your way of being
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| And I want to stomp your face against the ground |