| Lie there and wallow in decay
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| Watch the surroundings turn to grey
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| Pick apart every piece of the past so you
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| Can justify the feeling if you’re guilty or not
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| It’s like your locked up, monitored by your thoughts
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| Ready to testify against you cause you can’t seem to stop
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| Just hold up, stand back, think clear
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| The irony is
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| You won’t get out of here
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| The irony is
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| You won’t break me
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| My note to cell, I’m screaming
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| You won’t make me
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| A criminal
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| So empty
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| Reliving history
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| But you won’t make me
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| A criminal
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| A criminal
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| See I am not my mind
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| So my thoughts will not define
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| Any part or piece of poetic justice this time I’ve done my time
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| Losing it inside
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| The crypt I call my mind
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| So I’m leaving it behind
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| I’m leaving it behind
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| Imma hold up, stand back, think clear
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| The irony is
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| You won’t get out of here
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| The irony is
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| You won’t break me
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| My note to cell, I’m screaming
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| You won’t make me
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| A criminal
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| So empty
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| Reliving history
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| But you won’t make me
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| A criminal
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| A criminal
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| You won’t break me
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| My note to cell, I’m screaming
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| You won’t make me
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| You won’t make me!
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| So he’s staring through the bars
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| Waiting til his time’s right
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| Might only get one chance
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| Give a fuck about the limelight
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| He bides his time til he’s in line to get something to eat
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| Then stops, stands back, starts thinking on his feet
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| Looks up, finds the biggest thought guarding the place
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| Walks over with a smile as he dashes the plate
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| Rocks back his arms, cause he’s ready to break
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| Then fucking bangs him round the face with a dinner tray
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| Grab the keys, makes his way straight to the gate
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| You can hear the hounds barking as he makes the escape
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| But every dog has his day and this bitch won’t break
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| So he changes the direction but he slips on the plate
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| You won’t break me
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| My note to cell, I’m screaming
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| You won’t make me
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| A criminal (the irony is)
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| A criminal (the irony is)
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| We’re not criminals, not criminals
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| We’re not criminals, not criminals (the irony is)
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| We’re not criminals, not criminals (the irony is)
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| We’re not criminals, not criminals
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| We’re not criminals, not criminals
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| We’re not criminals, not criminals
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| We’re not criminal |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Note To Cell , by - SHVPES. Song from the album Greater Than, in the genre Пост-хардкор