| What comes around, comes around
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| Sooner than later it’s found
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| It’s their lips, they say that you’re guilty
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| I feel absolutely nothing
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| A fist to the face your down
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| Knock your ass straight on the ground
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| It’s too late, to late to change it
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| I know that you really, really hate me
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| Every day I feel like I’m talking about the same sad shit
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| All the same friends, all the fake friends
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| Wanna take a bite out of me
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| Part of my clique, gonna get hit
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| I still remember my first cd, hybrid theory
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| I was only fucking seven-man, I’ve been pursuing since then
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| Man, happier days were said to be found
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| I’m slowly getting there but man I still feel alone
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| Yeah, it’s what I really just know
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| I’ve cut off all the people who did me wrong
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| Why can’t you just let me go
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| Its just depression, manic bipolar
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| Fuck all this new shit another disorder
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| Downing with pills lost how I feel
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| I wanna come up and see if you’re real
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| What comes around, comes around
|
| Sooner than later it’s found
|
| It’s their lips, they say that you’re guilty
|
| I feel absolutely nothing
|
| A fist to the face your down
|
| Knock your ass straight on the ground
|
| It’s too late, too late to change it
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| I know that you really, really hate me
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| Man, some of the best days I had were with you
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| Yeah
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| But lately, it feels like you just wanna say you rate me
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| Coming at you when you say we’re through
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| Cus I’m sick of this fucking on and off shit
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| Set your fucking story straight before you come and yell in my face
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| Cus you’re saying I owe you, you’re saying I should know you
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| I don’t wanna do this anymore cus you’ve changed
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| Manipulate, you wanna say you relate
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| To all these songs but man I feel you’re so fucking fake
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| I was lying on deaths fucking door
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| But I see you watching me, you smiled, and you left
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| It’s just depression, manic bipolar
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| Fuck all this new shit another disorder
|
| Downing with pills lost how I feel
|
| I wanna come up and see if you’re real
|
| What comes around, comes around
|
| Sooner than later it’s found
|
| It’s their lips, they say that you’re guilty
|
| I feel absolutely nothing
|
| A fist to the face your down
|
| Knock your ass straight on the ground
|
| It’s too late, too late to change it
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| I know that you really, really hate me |