| You’re circling down on me like a vulture
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| From afar I can smell your stink
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| I ain’t your prey, so hold back the rapture
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| I was dying, but I ain’t dead yet
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| But I ain’t dead yet
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| For this is my last stand
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| I cannot be broken
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| While keeping memories of my lost chance
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| So this is my last stand
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| I cannot be broken
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| While keeping memories of my lost chance
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| I gave you everything, everything and more
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| I gave you every fukin' thing, and now it’s your turn
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| I’m walking tall against mental breakdown
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| Ignoring pain and fracture of my spine
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| My smirk will not be shadowed by your frown
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| As long as I’m alive I will be just fine
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| And this is my last stand
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| I cannot be broken
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| While keeping memories of my lost chance
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| This is my last stand
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| I cannot be broken
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| While keeping memories of my lost chance
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| I gave you everything, everything and more
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| I gave you every fukin' thing, and now it’s your turn
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| So this is where we stand
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| You want us to be broken
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| And this is my last stand
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| I cannot be broken
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| So this is where you stand
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| You want us to be broken
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| And this is my last stand
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| I cannot be broken
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| My last chance
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| My last chance
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| My last chance
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| My last chance
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| I guess I never realised
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| I wanted more than ??? |