| I don’t wanna satisfy you
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| I’m not catchin' on this ride
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| I don’t need to match your «perfect»
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| You can save me from this fight
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| Dare to love or dare to hate me
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| if it’s wrong, then what is right?
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| Through the choices that you’re making
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| You’ll get closer to the light
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| Temptations arise
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| When you’re risking your pride
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| Get ready for the ball
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| Before you step on my soul
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| I don’t need a crown
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| for your prison camp
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| Elevated to see what’s down
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| You’re slipping off the ramp
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| You can blame it on your father,
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| or on the «good ol' days»
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| You keep judging one another
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| with no way to escape
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| You can underestimate me
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| But I will pay my dues on time
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| You don’t need to drive me crazy
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| I don’t need to rhyme my crimes
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| Temptations arise
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| When you’re risking your pride
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| Get ready for the ball
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| Before you step on my soul
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| I don’t need a crown
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| for your prison camp
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| Elevated to see what’s down
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| You’re slipping off the ramp
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| I love him when it’s spring and he is all worked up and tender
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| He’s so hopelessly sentimental, rather fever than mental
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| When it’s ringing in my ears,
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| When my voice gets hoarse from tears
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| Forgiving all the odds, and giving triple promises
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| When all the evidence is lost, and the line is dead,
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| And the shot is exposed
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| Temptations arise
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| When you’re risking your pride
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| Get ready for the ball
|
| Before you step on my soul
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| I don’t need a crown
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| for your prison camp
|
| Elevated to see what’s down
|
| You’re slipping off the ramp
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| I don’t wanna satisfy you
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| I’m not catchin' on this ride
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| I don’t need to match your «perfect»
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| You can save me from this fight |