| I read it over and over
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| I can’t make out any names
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| I fall down beside myself
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| I hate this opioid game
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| I stand up next to my mother
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| She feels exactly the same
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| The kids don’t know much these days, reputation’s a game
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| The first time I realised, was the last time I cared
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| It feels like everybody’s watching to see what I will do next
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| I’m not over this feeling and I’m not even dead
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| I’m just sick of your sermons, they fuck with my head
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| Well I don’t care, care, well care anymore
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| Every time I get a little bit closer I cave
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| I don’t know if it’s alright with you
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| But I will be just fine on my own
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| Standing shoulder to shoulder
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| Young girls in skirts, boys in ties
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| How am I supposed to love a thing I’m taught to despise?
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| I stand up next to my mother
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| She’s got tears in both her eyes
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| Well that man is not a messenger, he just talks and talks lies |