| I build a fire and vipers love the heat
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| Like the lips of a traitor waiting to kiss my cheek
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| For every villain posing as a saint
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| There is always some liar claiming it’s my mistake
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| And there’s you
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| And there’s you
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| And there’s you
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| I’m waiting for my heart to break
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| From every beautiful mistake
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| From all the friends that I divide
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| And the enemies that multiply
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| Like every parasite that loves to feed
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| On the work of the weary and the hope of the weak
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| You’re just a gambler wanting to get paid
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| You were only a coward swearing to God you’re brave
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| And there’s you
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| There’s you
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| There’s you
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| I’m willing for my heart to break
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| For every beautiful mistake
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| For all the friends that I divide
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| And the enemies that multiply
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| So know that when I walk away
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| That I live to fight another day
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| Fight another day
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| Who put the knife in my back?
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| Who put the knife in my back?
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| Was it you?
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| Was it you?
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| Who put the knife in my back?
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| Who put the knife in my back?
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| Was it you?
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| Was it you?
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| Whoa
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| I won’t allow my heart to break
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| For every beautiful mistake
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| And all the friends that I divide
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| And the enemies that multiply
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| So know that when I walk away
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| That I live to fight another day
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| I want to stand against the tide
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| Of the enemies that multiply |