| I’m broken, you’re bent
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| I laugh while you repent
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| Threw punches never left a dent
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| Kick and scream you can feed the flame
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| Put out the fire it’s all the same
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| Just either clock out or stake your claim
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| Come on, just lay it on the line
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| You’re running on fumes and out of time
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| It takes more to be convincing
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| Than platitudes 'cause your words are wearin' thin
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| I rush you stall
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| Here we go you’re on a roll
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| Driving me right up the wall
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| Emotions left ripped at the seams
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| The game is over or so it seems
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| But sticks and stones won’t break your fuckin' routines
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| Come on, just lay it on the line
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| Cut me a break don’t take your time
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| I’m up for laying down the swords
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| Just no more platitudes or barren words
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| I’m filled to the brim
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| What’s one more deadly sin?
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| To lose or win
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| Should I frown or grin?
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| Come on, just lay it on the line
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| You’re running on fumes and out of time
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| It takes more to be convincing
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| Than platitudes 'cause your words are wearin' thin
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| I’m filled to the brim
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| What’s one more deadly sin?
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| To lose or win
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| Should I frown or grin? |