| You haven’t learned your lesson since the last time
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| That you sat here with your back against the wall
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| And you didn’t care how bad you’d hurt your loved ones
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| Even when you watched their teardrops fall
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| From the roads you chose
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| You know, I think you like to lose
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| Your the first one to desert
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| You know I think you like to hurt yourself
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| You haven’t changed anything since the last time
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| That you filled this room with guilty lies
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| And the fact that your back where it all started
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| Doesn’t come as any big surprise
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| Old wounds are quickly felt when history repeats itself
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| No bill is overdue
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| But you still think the world owes you
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| Yes I know you beat the odds
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| Even though you never had a chance
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| Just around every turn
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| Was a friendship you didn’t earn
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| And one you were quick to toss aside…
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| You haven’t changed anything since the last time
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| That you sat here, on trial, yet again
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| I promised myself then it’d be the last time…
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| And god knows, I wished it would have been |