| This wasn’t meant to be a love song,
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| Matter of fact this one’s about hate.
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| I fucking said it, I don’t regret it
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| A little much or a little too late.
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| I turned away just one too many times
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| I’m tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies.
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| I looked away just one too many times
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| I’m tired of pretending, that I’m not here, not here to die.
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| You want my best, you get the worst
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| You’re not the last and you ain’t the fucking first
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| You gotta live, I live to die.
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| Still that motherfucker finger to the sky.
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| I turned away just one too many times
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| I’m tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies.
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| I looked away just one too many times
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| I’m tired of pretending, that I’m not here, not here to die.
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| I’ve been hated by better
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| I’ve been beaten by the best
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| It’s not a gift,
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| It’s a motherfucking test
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| I turned away just one too many times
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| I’m tired of the reasons, sick of all the lies.
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| I looked away just one too many times
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| I’m tired of pretending, that I’m not here, not here to die. |