| If I rip you apart to get the answers within
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| I’d be wasting my time, it’s easier to give in
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| Turn your back to hide the taste in your mouth
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| Sitting there on your tongue, but you can’t spit it out
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| You can’t spit it out
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| Each time every answer’s the same
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| Say it once and you’ll say it again
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| You prefer and you lie to the pain, unspoken
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| If I told you the games were not made to be won
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| Could you handle the shame of knowing all that you’d done?
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| Would you turn the backs of those you lost in the crowd?
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| Sitting there on your tongue, but you can’t spit it out
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| Each time every answer’s the same
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| Say it once and you’ll say it again
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| You prefer and you lie to the pain, unspoken
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| Each time every answer’s the same
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| Say it once and you’ll say it again
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| You prefer and you lie to the pain, unspoken
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| Each time every answer’s the same
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| Say it once and you’ll say it again
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| You prefer and you lie to the pain, unspoken |