| What do I say?
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| They told me that I’m too much to handle
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| I’ve gotten way too fucking carried away
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| And damn it’s a shame these fuckers had the best and they blew it
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| I’m running circles around the pussies they made
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| I don’t even care if I’m late and I will never make the mistake
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| Of letting some crooked motherfucker steal the life from every one of my veins
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| How many times do I have to fight
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| To prove something that’s already standing here in plain sight?
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| Maybe if you ever looked
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| You’d see more than everything they want you to see
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| And maybe if it’s not enough
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| Someone else will take the crown if ever I leave
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| They never question when I say a thing
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| They know it’s coming so they move aside and take their place
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| It’s always different when it’s face to face
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| Don’t fucking question what you’ve never seen or had to chase
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| Look alive, look alive, you’re barren
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| There’s not a fight, no insight worth giving
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| What makes you feel, and do you feel this at all?
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| With no words to say, dismembered every frame
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| Locked out and now the close-minded make their claims
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| Do you see me now?
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| Are my conclusions profound?
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| Start new every day, until you make it perfect in every way
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| What’s left in me, guess we’ll see, didn’t see this coming
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| What’s left in me, left in me
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| What’s left in me, guess we’ll see, didn’t see this coming
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| What’s left in me, left in me
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| What’s left in me, guess we’ll see, didn’t see this coming
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| What’s left in me, left in me |