| They were loud and they were clear
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| From the kitchen steps, through the ceiling vents
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| So careless and cavalier
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| I swear to god I never meant for this
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| But I’m crippled with resentment
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| And if I could speak I would ask one thing
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| You wouldn’t bother answering
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| How could you do this to me?
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| I’ll hide behind nightmares and blank stares
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| While you justify your treason
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| You had me in your crosshairs
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| Don’t act surprised to see the knife in your spine
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| With your initials etched in the handle
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| I guess what comes around, comes around
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| I guess what goes around, comes around
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| I’ve been grasping onto pages
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| From the book that you burned ages ago
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| Just a glimpse at the bigger picture
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| What else could be left to show?
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| How could you do this to me?
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| I’ll hide behind nightmares and blank stares
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| While you justify your treason
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| From the driver seat of a Cherokee, I can finally see
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| From the kitchen steps, through the ceiling vents
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| Clarity, clarity
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| I’ll hide behind nightmares and blank stares
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| While you justify your treason
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| You had me in your crosshairs |