| I’ve been waiting for things to change
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| Waiting for someone to take me home
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| Could that be you?
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| It could be anyone I suppose
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| Things could be different if no one knows
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| What hangs in the balance can hang from the noose
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| Well I’m back from the dead like a sorry excuse
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| The world is weak and I’m here to take what’s mine
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| Now’s the time
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| Well it’s us versus them so which side do you choose?
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| And fuck what you heard cause it’s probably true
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| If you live for an end, what’s dead may never die
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| And to everyone who doubted, how you like me now?
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| It goes…
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| It’s not my fault you’ve got nothing to give
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| So just talk, talk, talk, motherfucker I’m over it
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| If you’re sick of all the lies, let me tell you the truth
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| Nobody wants to be you
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| I’m waking up and I’m beginning to see
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| They’ll burn down the buildings to find where you sleep
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| Their songs will play and every note is torture
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| Oh!
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| (And every note is torture)
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| And to everyone who told me that I’m wasting my time
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| It goes...
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| It’s not my fault you’ve got nothing to give
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| So just talk, talk, talk, motherfucker I’m over it
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| I’ve been down, I’ve got nothing to prove
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| Cause I’m better off dead than I was with you
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| So just mark my words, you’ll remember my name
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| And I’m gonna raise the bar, I hope you’re ready to hang
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| If you’re sick of all the lies, let me tell you the truth
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| Nobody wants to be you
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| I’ve been waiting for things to change
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| Waiting for someone to take me home
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| It’s not my fault you’ve got nothing to give
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| So just talk, talk, talk, motherfucker I’m over it
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| I’ve been down, I’ve got nothing to prove
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| Cause I’m better off dead than I was with you
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| So just mark my words, you’ll remember my name
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| And I’m gonna raise the bar, I hope you’re ready to hang
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| If you’re sick of all the lies, let me tell you the truth
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| Nobody wants to ever fucking be you
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| Be you... |