| Don’t show your true colours
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| Let them lie, follow someone else’s dream
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| One day I’ll look back at this and die
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| But you won’t know what it means
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| To never see me
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| Did we sail you down river?
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| Do you run around all day avoiding mirrors?
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| Do you find comfort in the hate?
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| Is this abuse too late?
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| My heart’s just bleeding for you
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| And this is my fuck you to you
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| By the time you were into my blood
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| I was all of seventeen
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| You were the light of my life
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| And the darkness in-between
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| Whatever that means
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| Did they sail you down river?
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| Do they give you stuff to keep your head together?
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| When your faith took a call
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| What are you keeping it real for?
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| Dumb hearts lie bleeding for you
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| So this is a fuck you
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| I used to see you in my dreams
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| But I could not compete
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| Then you taught me the value
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| Of never losing sleep
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| How you sink like a home
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| Putting children on the street
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| Is it anger or sympathy
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| How I sail you down river?
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| But you must feel some disdain then I’ll forgive you
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| All day long you are night
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| But I am vaguely right
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| My heart’s just bleeding for you
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| This is a fuck you
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| This is my fuck you to you |