| Don’t say you’re my friend
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| And I feel like I’m in bed
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| With a gun to my head
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| Don’t tell me it’s over
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| Don’t say you’re my friend
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| Don’t know what I said
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| It must’ve been bad
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| Don’t tell me it’s over
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| And I might not be the perfect son
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| But God knows my heart is true
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| Cause I’d give it all away to you
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| You’re breaking me down but it never works out
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| Tearing all my pages out and I know
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| You’ve got yourself all figured out, no doubt
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| And oh my God, I know what you wanted and I don’t want it
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| If you’ve got yourself all figured out
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| Don’t
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| Lost yourself again
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| And I’ve been holding my breath
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| I’ll breathe my fire instead
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| No, I won’t pretend
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| Got this song in my head
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| Sing about it instead
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| And tell me it’s over
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| And I might not be the perfect son
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| But God knows my heart is true
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| Cause I’d give it all away to you
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| You’re breaking me down but it never works out
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| Tearing all my pages out and I know
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| You’ve got yourself all figured out, no doubt
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| And oh my God, I know what you wanted and I don’t want it
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| If you’ve got yourself all figured out
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| Don’t
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| Hey, only take what you’re willing to gain
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| You lost yourself the same way
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| And now you take the blame
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| You wait til I turn and I’m looking away
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| You always
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| You’re breaking me down but it never works out
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| Tearing all my pages out and I know
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| You’ve got yourself all figured out, no doubt
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| And oh my God, I know what you wanted and I don’t want it
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| If you’ve got yourself all figured out
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| Don’t
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| Don’t |