| I’ve come this far without you, so far without you
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| All of the things you’ve said but little that you’ve done
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| I don’t believe you, I can’t believe you
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| But I still believe that we can take this back
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| Every single word goes unheard
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| A lack of passion masked by fashion
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| I won’t let these clones destroy the very thing I’ve loved so long
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| Mark my words that every breath from here on out, is to destroy you
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| I still… I still believe this is something we can take back
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| All my life I have found the real magic in music
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| And even though you tried destroying it
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| I can’t help but defending it
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| You think that you’re doing something new… I don’t believe you
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| Give me your pretty hair
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| Give me your pretty clothes
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| You don’t put in the work
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| That’s why you bail on notes
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| It’s not about your voice
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| Or the way you dress
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| It’s about music
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| And trying to give your best
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| I still believe that we can take this back
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| I still believe that we can take this back
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| All my life I have found the real magic in music
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| And even though you tried destroying it
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| I can’t help but defending it
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| You think that you’re doing something new… I don’t believe you
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| I don’t believe you, you’re empty
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| I feel something deeper than music
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| I don’t believe you, you’re soulless
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| All my rage aimed at you
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| All my life I have found the real magic in music
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| And even though you tried destroying it
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| I can’t help but defending it
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| You think that you’re doing something new… I don’t believe you…
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| all of my rage aimed at you |