| I was taking every hit from you
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| You drive-by shooting son of a bitch, and I’m done
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| Oh whoa, I’m done
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| Who told you that you could rewrite the rules, and do you
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| Really take me for a goddamn fool cause I’m done
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| Oh whoa, I’m done
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| And you can drag me out before some authority
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| If that’s what you have to do to feel like you can punish me
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| But I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore
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| With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door
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| You’ve been puncing my weaknesses, slandering my name
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| You spent all your time trying to place your blame, and I’m done
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| Ohhh, I’m done
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| I used to think I hold the best parts of me
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| To sew the holes in your life and the cracks in your seams
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| And I’m done
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| Oh whoa, I’m done
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| And I’m sorry that you don’t like your life
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| But I fought for my own victories and for the beauty in my life
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| My joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you
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| No, my joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you
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| Well, you criticize my numbers, you hammer out the rules
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| Wait for me to fuck up, and find yourself some proof
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| And I’m done
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| Oh whoa, I’m done
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| You just soak in the hatred of a sorry line
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| Yeah, you hide behind decorum and a fake smile
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| And I’m done
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| Oh whoa, I’m done
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| And you can drag me out before a judge and authorities
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| If that’s what you have to do to feel like you can punish me
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| But I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore
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| With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door
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| Well I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t keep the peace anymore
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| With your dogs, with your dogs, at my door |