| On second thought I won’t play along
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| Well I am who I am, right?
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| Always fought to undo the wrong
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| And if can’t then I can’t, right?
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| I’ve been trying to mold this facade
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| I’ve been crafting this false face
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| Overreacting that’s my place
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| Get back in character, get back in sync
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| Tell me, tell me
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| Tell me how do I disengage
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| Tell me, tell me
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| It’s always been about the rage
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| Tell me, tell me
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| Tell me how do I disengage
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| Tell me, tell me
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| You’ve always been my release from the pain
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| On second thought I can blame my father
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| Or my mother, why should I bother?
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| I’m not one to pass the buck like some others
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| Sometimes I don’t give a fuck, I love 'em all but
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| I’m damaged goods, I’m that kid in your hood
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| So misunderstood, salvage the good, I wish I could
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| Wish I could change, I should for my kids sake
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| I’m a mistake, how could this change?
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| Tell me, tell me
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| Tell me how do I disengage
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| Tell me, tell me
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| It’s always been about the rage
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| Tell me, tell me
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| Tell me how do I disengage
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| Tell me, tell me
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| You’ve always been my release from the pain
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| Tell me — somebody tell me
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| Tell me — somebody help me
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| Tell me — it’s always been my release from the pain |