| These people don’t understand
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| They’re not rebels like us
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| They don’t know what we’ve been through
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| We’re just outcast
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| They can’t handle the truth
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| We’ve got nothing to prove
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| Just need some damn attention
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| My daily dose of affection
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| They want liars and fakes
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| They don’t care what for
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| And after all their mistakes
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| They still want more
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| But you know
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| Yeah, you know
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| Yeah, you know
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| We’re gonna own this
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| You should know
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| No, I’m not coming home
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| You should know
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| No, I’m not coming home
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| You thought I couldn’t make it
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| But now I’m on top
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| ‘Cause I was born to win
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| And I’m not giving in
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| 'Cause you know
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| Yeah, you know
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| Yeah, you know
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| That’s how I run this
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| You should know
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| No, I’m not coming home
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| You should know
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| No, I’m not coming home
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| You should know
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| No, I’m not coming home
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| Oh, no, no
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| No, I’m not coming home
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| I’m past the point of no return
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| I’m past the point of no return |