| First you gotta know
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| How to play the victim
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| Hate to tell you so
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| But you repeat the symptoms
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| Like an aftershock
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| And I only want to make it stop
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| But you make it stronger as it grows
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| Revel in the friction
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| Stop before you blow or damage our division
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| No I’m not too shocked
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| But I only want to make it stop
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| Got me shaking at the sight, oh
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| Got me quaking in my mind oh
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| You’re tripping over every fault of mine
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| You’re breaking open every single time
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| It’s never black and white, no
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| Going seismic out of spite, oh
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| I never know if it’s your fault or mine
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| You’re breaking open every single time
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| Faultline
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| Falling off the charts
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| Burning all your bridges
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| You don’t wear a scar while I’m the one in stitches
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| And I don’t know why you point the finger every time
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| Got me shaking at the sight, oh
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| Got me quaking in my mind oh
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| You’re tripping over every fault of mine
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| You’re breaking open every single time
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| It’s never black and white, no
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| Going seismic out of spite, oh
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| I never know if it’s your fault or mine
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| You’re breaking open every single time
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| Faultline
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| When it’s gotta end whatcha gonna say?
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| You been seeing red
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| And there’s no one left to blame
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| When it’s gotta end whatcha gonna say?
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| You been seeing red
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| And there’s no one left to blame
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| Got me shaking at the sight, oh
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| Got me quaking in my mind oh
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| You’re tripping over every fault of mine
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| You’re breaking open every single time
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| It’s never black and white, no
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| Going seismic out of spite, oh
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| I never know if it’s your fault or mine
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| You’re breaking open every single time
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| Faultline
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| Faultline
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| Faultline
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| Faultline |