| Everything I touch, I leave
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| A trail of dirt behind me
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| Everything I do, they see
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| But the worst cannot define me
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| They can say what they want
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| It doesn’t mean anything, no
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| Let them have their fun
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| Cause we know they’re just the type to
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| Make it all about them, but we know it’s not, oh oh
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| Make it all about them, but it’s not their fault
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| They don’t know that they’re
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| Caught in their lies, don’t know what it’s like
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| You know, you know
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| Caught in their lies, all the fiction they write
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| Won’t hold, won’t hold
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| Everything I touch, I leave
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| A trail of hurt behind me
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| Everything I do, you see
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| The worst cannot define me
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| They can say what they want
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| It doesn’t mean anything, no
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| Let them have their fun
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| Cause we know they’re just the type to
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| Make it all about them, but we know it’s not, oh oh
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| Make it all about them, but it’s not their fault
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| They don’t know that they’re
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| Caught in their lies, don’t know what it’s like
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| You know, you know
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| Caught in their lies, all the fiction they write
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| Won’t hold, won’t hold
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| Never look away cause they want to hold to
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| Everything they think is right
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| Never get a break cause they’re always watching
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| Waiting for the weak to break |