| There is a price that we all must pay.
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| I’m not sorry for the mess that I have made.
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| So can you tell me what will you do,
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| When everything you know turns right around on you.
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| let them nail me to your cross.
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| No matter how, what, where or when.
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| I’ll always lay down for all your sins.
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| My dad told me not to bite my tongue,
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| I hate my momma cause she left me with no love.
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| I bottled it up, I sweeped it under the rug (hate my mother).
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| If all the good things got to come to an end,
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| Then we’re living in a world where the evil wins.
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| A lobbyist, a pessimist, a cynical, hypocritic mess.
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| Self-destruct personality,
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| Won’t discuss my responsibility.
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| I am always walking on the final verge.
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| I’m killing myself like I do not
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| let them nail me to your cross.
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| No matter how, what, where or when.
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| I’ll always lay down for all your sins, down for all your sins.
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| My dad told me not to bite my tongue,
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| I hate my momma cause she left me with no love.
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| I bottled it up, I sweeped it under the rug (hate my mother).
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| If all the good things got to come to an end,
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| Then we’re living in a world where the evil wins.
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| A lobbyist, a pessimist, a cynical, hypocritic mess.
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| Never gonna be the only thing that matters in my life when everything around me
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| has failed.
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| Who knows what the future brings but eventually the truth will prevail.
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| It’s moments like these where you really got to think about the broken dreams
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| that you sell.
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| Tick tock in your head it goes where it stops who knows, like a carousel.
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| My dad told me not to bite my tongue,
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| I hate my momma cause she left me with no love.
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| I bottled it up, I sweeped it under the rug (hate my mother).
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| If all the good things got to come to an end,
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| Then we’re living in a world where the evil wins.
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| A lobbyist, a pessimist, a cynical, hypocritic mess.
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| Never gonna be the only thing that matters in my life when everything around me
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| has failed.
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| Who knows what the future brings but eventually the truth will prevail.
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| It’s moments like these where you really got to think about the broken dreams
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| that you sell.
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| Tick tock in your head it goes where it stops who knows, like a carousel.
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| (Merci à Sarah_Biersack_ pour cettes paroles) |