| You always needed people like me
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| Directions for your fingers to point
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| A crooked dealer’s blaming spree
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| I’m guaranteed to disappoint
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| You’re weak and scared and cutting raw deals
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| But fortune always favours the bold
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| I’ll bet it all and crush your bluff
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| I’ll never yield nor ever fold
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| And I won’t shoulder the blame
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| I am the one who’s left to take the fall
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| I fight the constant undertow
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| You always needed a distraction
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| A target for the stones that you thrown
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| To draw attention from your actions
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| I’m tailor made so lock & load
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| Oh, you’re telling tales
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| You spineless coward
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| Your word’s not worth its weight in shit
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| Back against the wall, belligerent
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| I won’t shoulder the blame
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| So high and mighty
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| But when the bottom drops out
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| You’re gonna find me
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| Standing where you left me
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| I am the one who’s left to take the fall
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| I fight the constant undertow
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| I fight the constant undertow
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| I fight the constant undertow
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| Deal the last hand, let the cards fall where they may
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| From your castle made of sand you’re looking down at me
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| So high and mighty
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| But when the bottom drops out
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| You’ll have to face me
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| Waiting where you left me
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| I am the one who’s left to take the fall
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| I fight the constant undertow
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| The undertow
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| The undertow |