| I’m fucking sick, so sick and tired
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| Of coming back to these broken places
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| It leaves a hole in me that can never be filled
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| Walking these streets alone I’m
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| Tired and I’m jaded some, no this
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| Will never be the same old
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| I’m staying true to the plans in my head
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| I’m staying true to the plan
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| Walking these streets alone I’m
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| Tired and I’m jaded some, no this
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| Will never be the same old
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| And all the places and all the people
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| Do you regret it would you even know?
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| Waking up each day trying to face a
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| Cruel world, violence the power of one over another
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| This is not how we are meant to live, and this is
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| Not how we are meant to live well
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| I refuse to be apart of this disease
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| And I refuse to play that part |