| I’m paranoid and sick of this world’s misconceptions of things I did
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| My language poured across this wrist in a metaphoric disaster
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| My guess, I’m missing out the punch line
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| Unless this hanging noose is fitted to be all mine.
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| I Stood by everything I loved
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| While you never understood me much
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| 'Cause there’s only one of me
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| And to many of you you fighting over nothing
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| Oh, there’s never enough cool for everyone
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| And before you know it you’re selling out to be in
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| I Stood by everything I loved
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| While you never understood me much
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| These eyes ungoverned are tearing us apart
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| Their ears forsaken have given up on art
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| Now, why believe in anything they praise
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| When one hand holds them the victor
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| While the other holds the shovel to their graves
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| I Stood by everything I loved
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| While you never understood me much
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| Oh, this ticket window has closed
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| Save your money, baby…
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| The next show’s about to start
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| Where else can you get to watch this talent fall…
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| One by one they drop |