| I’m never going to change, I’m
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| Never going to change a thing and
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| What is there to gain, pretending
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| You’re something when you’re not
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| And there’s nothing left of how things used to be
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| To nail the blame of your mistakes to anyone but you
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| I’m cutting the cord;
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| I’m cutting the cord that keeps me
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| I’m cutting the ties;
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| I’m cutting the ties that
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| Bind my feet to the ground
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| It’s getting harder to stay true
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| When we were younger but that’s
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| Not to say we should give in
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| To nail the blame of your mistakes to anyone but you
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| I’m cutting the cord;
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| I’m cutting the cord that keeps me
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| I’m cutting the ties;
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| I’m cutting the ties that
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| Bind my feet to the ground, my head in the sand
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| And when did the doors start to
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| Close and why did we just turn away?
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| In favour of some passing
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| Trend that lets us down everyday
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| And do we believe in the words?
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| Do we believe in the words that
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| We say when we’re screaming in
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| Each other’s faces just like the good old days? |