| Where’s your respect?
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| And didn’t your father teach you anything before he left?
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| I’m not coming back
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| Oh no, I’m not coming back
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| Not coming back
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| My mind was a fortress you knew how to rupture
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| Flanking the trenches and storming my bunker
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| Day after day, I face the wrath of what I’ve made
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| But I never thought I could feel this way at 19
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| Every word she said
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| Like knives in the back of my head
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| Over and over she said:
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| «I'm just not cut for the weather
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| So take your wedding bands and your drunken friends
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| 'Cause I just can’t keep you together»
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| I’m no good, you’re no better
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| It’s people just like you
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| Who made me the pessimist I am
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| I’m lower than the dirt
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| With no roots left to find
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| It’s nice to know I wasn’t worth the seven digit letdown
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| I was left out in the cold
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| It’s people just like you
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| Who made me the pessimist I am
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| It’s people just like you
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| Who made me the pessimist I am
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| Every word she said
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| Like knives in the back of my head
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| Over and over she said:
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| «I'm just not cut for the weather
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| So take your wedding bands and your drunken friends
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| 'Cause I just can’t keep you together»
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| I’m no good, you’re no better
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| Don’t point your unloaded gun at my head ever again
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| Don’t point your unloaded gun at my head
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| 'Cause I’ll pull the trigger |