| There’s nothing now I could see what wasn’t shown.
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| You wore it all on your sleeve and I should’ve known.
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| That you sell yourself to everyone you meet.
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| Fabricate your past and say, «feel sorry for me».
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| I bent myself backwards,
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| I bent myself backwards.
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| You were just dead weight.
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| How did I, how did I not see?
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| I carried you for days,
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| Just a waste, nothing to save!
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| I let go, too late.
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| I should’ve thrown you away.
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| Woah, woah.
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| YOU WERE JUST DEAD WEIGHT!
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| Dead weight, dead weight, dead.
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| Dead weight, dead weight, dead.
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| In your head you’re convinced that it is not true.
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| We both know you don’t bite the hand,
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| You chew.
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| Until you get the last few drops.
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| And then, on and on, you say it’s not your fault.
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| The hand you chew, trims you down to nothing.
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| BENT MYSELF BACKWARDS.
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| BENT MYSELF BACKWARDS.
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| You were just dead weight.
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| How did I, how did I not see?
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| I carried you for days,
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| Just a waste, nothing to save!
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| I let go, too late.
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| I should’ve thrown you away.
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| Woah, woah.
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| YOU WERE JUST DEAD WEIGHT!
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| Dead weight, dead weight, dead.
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| Dead weight, dead weight, dead.
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| The hand that you chew,
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| Will trim you down to nothing.
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| Trim you down to nothing…
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| TRIM YOU DOWN TO NOTHING!
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| You were just dead weight.
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| How did I, how did I not see?
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| I carried you for days,
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| Just a waste, nothing to save!
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| I let go, too late.
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| I should’ve thrown you away.
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| Woah, woah. |