| Don’t try to rearrange
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| What you cannot explain
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| You think you know me, but we both know better
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| With every stone you throw
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| You reach a higher low
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| And every scar you leave just makes me stronger
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| Why do you rearrange
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| When I’m so deranged, yeah
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| If you’re blinded by hate
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| Then rearrange yourself
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| All the colors you show
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| It’s hard to let go, yeah
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| If it’s so hard to see
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| Then rearrange yourself
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| It’s time to re-define
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| Why you’ve been doing time
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| Turn into all the things that lead you nowhere
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| Take off your filthy crown
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| And lay your weapons down
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| Cause we all bleed the same and none come shameless
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| Why do you rearrange
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| When I’m so deranged, yeah
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| If you’re blinded by hate
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| Then rearrange yourself
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| All the colors you show
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| It’s hard to let go, yeah
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| If it’s so hard to see
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| Then rearrange yourself
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| Yeah, when you’re far from sober
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| You grow a little colder
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| Yeah, don’t let it pull you under
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| Don’t lose yourself forever
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| Why do you rearrange
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| When I’m so deranged, yeah
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| If you’re blinded by hate
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| Then rearrange yourself
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| All the colors you show
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| It’s hard to let go, yeah
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| If it’s so hard to see
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| Then rearrange yourself
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| Won’t you rearrange yourself |