| Don’t push me
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| I’ve been pushed around my whole life so now I know
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| How it feels to strum the last chord of your life and let it go
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| And how no one really cares but how they all act to relate
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| But you knew it all, and you’ll get it right
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| Because you’ve been watching this whole thing go wrong
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| Never once did you turn it down
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| Or ever had to hear the sound
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| Of anyone who would try to save face
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| I’m saving what’s left
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| Of scattered torn up pieces of a speech you once gave me
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| Saying we won’t live to know that we were wrong
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| We won’t live to be
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| Don’t trust me
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| I’ve been lied to my face as they look into my eyes
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| And they don’t seem to get worried when I do falsely reply
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| About how no one really cares but how they all act to relate
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| But you knew it all, and you’ll get it right
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| Because you’ve been lifting the whole weight
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| Silently waiting for someone to help you down
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| You’ve been working your whole life trying to get it right
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| In this mass-hysteria
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| And somehow I’m about to
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| If I could take every word back now |
| If I could spread these ashes down
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| Upon a world that’s never seen your face
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| Somehow that’s better than this one now
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| Never once did you turn it down
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| Or ever had to hear the sound
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| Of anyone who would try to save face
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| I’m saving what’s left
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| Of scattered torn up pieces of a speech you once gave me
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| Saying we won’t live to know that we were wrong
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| We won’t live to be |