| Cause we are tyrants we are kings
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| We owe nothing but the writings, singing
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| What it is that we belive
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| Cause we are tyrants
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| And we are kings
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| Nowhere
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| Nothing
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| You string me up, just to cut me down
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| You say my name just to spit it out
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| Does it feel?
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| Does it feel better now?
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| So tell me, where did we go wrong along the way?
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| What happened to the purpose?
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| 'Cause it feels worthless now
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| 'Cause everytime i tell my self that «i'm okay.»
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| Feels like the days are getting worse
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| 'Cause every time i pull you back to
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| Make you say, we lose a piece of who we were
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| We lose another pie — e — ce of who
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| We were (another piece of who we were)
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| You light me up just to watch me
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| Burn, so many times, it no longer hurts
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| You never learn. |
| No, you never learn
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| So tell me, where did we go wrong along the way?
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| I try to speak but
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| No words come out and now, what’s even left to say?
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| 'Cause everytime i tell my self that «i'm okay.»
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| Feels like the days are getting worse
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| And everytime I pull you back to make you stay
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| We lose a piece of who we were. |
| (We lose a piece of who we were)
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| (We lose another piece to who we were)
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| 'Cause everytime i tell my self that «i'm okay.»
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| Feels like the days are getting worse?
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| And everytime I pull you back to make
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| Yo stay, we lose a piece of who we were |