| This could really awaken you,
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| it could make you or just break you down
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| It takes a certain kind of sickness to stick around
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| You fell apart in a bad dream
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| You’re throwing punches as hard as you can
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| A nightmare, they come out too slow
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| They won’t call it a comeback
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| If you get distracted by
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| All the bright lights, all the free highs
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| It will pass you by
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| It’s almost like you’ve got this bomb,
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| and it’s strapped to your chest
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| You’re begging for attention
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| But nobody notices, and no one cares
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| You fell apart in a bad dream
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| You’re throwing punches as hard as you can
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| A nightmare, they come out too slow
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| They won’t call it a comeback
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| If you get distracted by
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| All the bright lights, all the free highs
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| It will pass you by
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| See, I would never want to take it back,
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| I would never change a thing
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| I wouldn’t ever want to start again,
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| because I have learned from my mistakes
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| I would never take it back, I would never change a thing
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| I wouldn’t ever want another chance,
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| because I have learned from my mistakes |