| You think you’ve made it
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| Everything is going so fine
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| But then appears someone who wanna
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| Tear you down
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| Wanna rip you off those
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| Few nice things you’ve found
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| When and if you hit the ground
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| Then it’s falling kinda hard
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| 'Cause all you do is being yourself
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| Trying everything to succeed somehow
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| But that’s not the way things are right now
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| Feeling kinda lost
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| Those reasons
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| Those unkind words being expressed
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| Oh, they’ll get to you, I promise, one day
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| But maybe that’s too late for you to say
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| I knew it from the go, 'cause you know
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| That’s some miles away from the truth
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| Don’t forget
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| Hey, what do you think of me now
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| Am I not like I once were
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| Still if you don’t know me
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| What’s the story of this pen?
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| I guess you’re not a stranger
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| And I can tell you’re not a friend
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| It might take a while but I guess I’ll manage waiting till then
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| Then, when you confront me with your thoughts
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| You may think I don’t notice
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| Don’t get a bit hurt by what you do
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| I ask to please think of
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| What I’ve done to you
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| Please search inside and let me know
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| If I’ve done something wrong I guess I’ll go
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| Far (far)
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| Hidden (hidden)
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| Never to be found
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| Just let me know
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| Then I’ll go
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| Then I’ll go |