| How can you know what you know
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| When you don’t know yourself?
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| You locked your younger years in your room
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| Trying to be someone else
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| The madness that you lug about is all yours
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| But you blame it on your mother
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| Come on and gimme a break
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| Tell me, why you tryna fool yourself?
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| You gotta gimme a break
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| Cause you ain’t fooling no one else
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| Come on and gimme a break
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| Please don’t be so damn depressing, you’re scaring the guests
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| There’ll be no passive-aggressing your way out of this
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| And all the trauma that you bring about is perfect
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| When you blame it on the others
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| Come on and gimme a break
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| Tell me, why you tryna fool yourself?
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| You gotta gimme a break
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| Cause you ain’t fooling no one else
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| Come on and gimme a break
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| So damn depressing and passive-aggressive
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| We’re making a mess of the end
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| By «the» I don’t mean you
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| Come on and gimme a break
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| Tell me, why you tryna fool yourself?
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| You gotta gimme a break
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| Cause you ain’t fooling no one else
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| Come on and gimme a break
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| So damn depressing and passive-aggressive
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| We’re making a mess of the end |
| By «the» I don’t mean you |