| Right behind my face is where a cynic lies
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| I never perpetuated anything but pride
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| You all want something for nothing
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| You’ll never be satisfied
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| We all come with a barcode
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| This one’s half price
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| And I don’t give a fuck
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| If you’ve been down on luck
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| It’s time ride this wave
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| Come join the crew, let’s rise above
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| And I don’t give a fuck
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| If you’ve been down on luck
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| It’s time ride this wave
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| Come join the crew, let’s rise above
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| People just keep telling me I’ll never be able to achieve
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| They just point and laugh but only through an LED screen
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| No one can hold me back I’ll work until my fingers bleed
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| And even after that I still won’t find any form relief
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| I just can’t see what you see
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| A person speaks when they want something from me
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| Now naturally I could force my eyes to burn
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| But I not need to learn
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| I’m ready to fly and take some pride knowing I grew from my own sound and my
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| own fucking vibe
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| Every day a step closer to my prize I’ll make some noise you can keep for live
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| I just can’t see what you see
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| A person speaks when they want something from me
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| Now naturally I could force my eyes to burn
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| But I not need to learn
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| I’m ready to fly and take some pride knowing I grew from my own sound and my
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| own fucking vibe
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| Every day a step closer to my prize I’ll make some noise you can keep for live
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| Check my vital signs
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| I am doing just fine
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| You want to take your dreams
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| And wrap them up into my mind
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| Your voice an empty shell
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| Each quiver a dying light
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| And pleasure forms in pain
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| Eyes roll into your brain
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| And I don’t give a fuck
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| If you’ve been down on luck
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| It’s time ride this wave
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| Come join the crew, let’s rise above
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| And I don’t give a fuck
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| If you’ve been down on luck
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| It’s time ride this wave
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| Come join the crew, let’s rise above
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| People just keep telling me I’ll never be able to achieve
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| They just point and laugh but only through an LED screen
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| No one can hold me back and I’ll work until my fingers bleed
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| And even after that I still won’t find any form relief
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| Cynical me
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| People just keep telling me I’ll never be able to achieve
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| They just point and laugh but only through an LED screen
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| No one can hold me back and I’ll work until my fingers bleed
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| And even after that I still won’t find any…
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| Cynical me! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cynical Me , by - The Well Runs Red. Song from the album Alone We Wither, in the genre Альтернатива