| Breathing like I’m seething
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| like my bill of rights is being burned before my eyes
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| Seeing, disbelieving
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| like some trick of lights is being played to hide the lies
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| What you’re taking out on me now
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| What you’re rakin' down my back
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| It ain’t showing
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| But I ain’t faking nothing so I guess
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| It means I ain’t taking what you’re throwing
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| You can draw my blood
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| watch me bleed, but I ain’t dyin'
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| Got my lucky star
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| my spirit’s free, this time I’m buyin'
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| Grieving till I’m free again
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| till your love no longer comes haunting in my sleep
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| Weaving over bleeding
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| this creature of habit will not be obsolete
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| What you’re taking out on me now
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| What you’re rakin' down my back
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| It ain’t showing
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| But I ain’t faking nothing so I guess
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| It means I ain’t taking what you’re throwing
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| You can draw my blood
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| watch me bleed, but I ain’t dyin'
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| Got my lucky star
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| my spirit’s free, this time I’m buyin'
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| Lucky star, my spirit is free again
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| Every single wound that weeps
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| Every jaded memory
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| Calls for a new one in it’s place
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| So let me lead you through this dance
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| of guilty pleasures in advance
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| peachy at the corners of your mouth
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| Sands of time will fall…
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| You can throw me off my course
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| I will make it my resource
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| Just to be myself |