| You’ve got a thing about being lame
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| You think you’ll show us all your handicap is great
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| You’ve got a thing about being lost
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| You think with our concern you’ll find yourself and
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| You’ll never be forgotten
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| Your family never wanted this one with all of her flaws
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| She’s trailing far behind
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| She’s feeling incomplete
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| She has no will to win
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| Listening I live inside your room
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| And you punish me as though I punish you dumb
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| Before it’s done I am saint will you tell me now I
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| Never could relate to how you’ve been forgotten
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| Your family never wanted this one with all of her flaws
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| But I wanna know was this deprivation of money or of love
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| (pre-chorus)
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| This is the last time you will be denied girl
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| You want that world that they took away
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| Go pick up the pieces
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| Find inner strength cause I can’t save you
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| Find the life you left in a box
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| The world you said has cut you off
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| Bombs await you
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| Bombs away now let them all fall down you carry the
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| Burden it fills you with regret you never finished that
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| Feeling incomplete you carry their baggage the guilt
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| That holds you down
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| (repeat chorus)
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| Bombs away now cause life’s been so hard
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| And so long that’s why I’m writing you this song |