| I used to be a Southern Gent
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| Given up on self respect,
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| When your losing your dress
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| Did you think you could touch me,
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| Did you think you were something,
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| Don’t stop, believe you were right
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| This time
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| Don’t stop, believe you were right
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| To save a life
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| This will be our downfall
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| This is who we are, when we’ve lost all composure
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| They will never face a liar,
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| Is this what it means to lead but follow
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| To cover it up, is this what it means
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| To cover your eyes, to stay alive
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| Did you think you could touch me,
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| Did you think you were something,
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| I’ll know to erase the past,
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| I will carry you out alive
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| Existing,
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| To make up for time that we did not have,
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| I’ll know just who we are when we’ve lost all composure,
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| I’ll know to erase the past
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| I’ll know to erase the past
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| So I can finally see
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| Were lost in existence,
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| We’ve lost all composure
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| I’ll carry you out of here,
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| Why can’t they see, we’ve lost who we used to be,
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| But I’ll be fine |