| Well I have to swallow pride, but it’s making me sick,
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| Well I have to swallow pride until I’m sick.
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| We’re here to fulfill every one of your dreams,
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| A small nominal fee, it only costs you your soul,
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| When they say, when they say,
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| I will say, I will say,
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| They say «the older the bullshit, the more offensive the horn,»
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| It’s another trick, another matador (I don’t want to be that)
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| If you can take that, then you can fake that until you grow a
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| new mouth to say «I hate the ones that you adore,»
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| Swallow pride until you feel sick,
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| My stomach hates that, hates the bitter taste of the truth,
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| Well I swallowed pride until I felt sick,
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| Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth,
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| If you’re equating fame to religion, then where your faith at? |
| Where your faith
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| at?
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| Go ahead and sell yourself when in Rome (Now I finally see that)
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| You can make it, nah, but you can fake it, although that skin is uncomfortable,
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| I’d rather show some skin than bear my soul,
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| I am the man that existed the year that Hell got cold,
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| Now that I’m mature enough to feel devil’s touch, we’re gonna fuck until we’re
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| numb
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| Swallow pride until you feel sick,
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| My stomach hates that, hates the bitter taste of the truth,
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| Well I swallowed pride until I felt sick,
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| Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth,
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| How you like that? |
| How you like me now?
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| We drove a hearse into the ground and took the willing,
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| A leap of faith with a foot on the ground to wait for you,
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| When they say, when they say, when they say «go,»
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| I will say, I will say «no.»
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| Swallow pride until you feel sick,
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| My stomach hates that, hates the bitter taste of the truth,
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| Well I swallowed pride until I felt sick,
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| Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth |