| Just believe in anything
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| Just believe in everything you’re told
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| Hold on
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| You’ve played this game with bad intentions
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| And all the same sick directions
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| From the choruses
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| We all believed in what they said
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| As the record slowly spins its last song
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| You start to cry
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| «We are nothing,» it says
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| But you don’t wonder why
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| It’s a shame
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| That you never made it home
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| For the things that you left
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| Just won’t seem to leave you alone
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| Now I won’t let you feel alive
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| It’s all you ask, it’s far too much
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| So cry out aloud
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| If you feel that we’re wrong about you
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| Are we wrong?
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| You call home
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| But it’ll never be the same love
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| You could have had everything
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| Now all you do is live in shame
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| You’re a guidebook for sinners
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| Turned to saints
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| Even alone
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| You can never be free of this place
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| No I won’t let you feel alive
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| It’s all you ask, it’s far too much
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| So cry out aloud
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| If you feel that we’re wrong about you
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| Are we wrong?
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| Now I will let you see
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| How they won’t let you far from home
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| So cry out aloud
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| If you feel that we’re wrong about you
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| Are you wrong? |