| Was running free, but now the road is fading
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| Can’t believe it got to this degree
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| You turn your shoulder with the face you’re making
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| 'Cause sad attempt are what you gave to me
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| I hope it was a lie
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| No one can hear you
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| Not a thing you say
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| So you can do yourself a favor
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| And tell it to me straight
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| Capture moments in a box then keep 'em
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| Tucked away like they were history
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| Gun the crowd with a steaming pistol
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| Such a way to make some misery
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| I hope you get it right
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| No one can hear you
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| Not a thing you say
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| So you can do us all a favor
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| If you wanna plead your case
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| So brace yourself
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| And tell it to me
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| We’re on the verge
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| Brace yourself, for some kind of redemption
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| Brace yourself, if you wanna be saved
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| Brace yourself, for some kind of redemption
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| Brace yourself, we’re on the verge of a break!
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| So tell it to me straight
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| No one can hear you, straight
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| Not a thing you say
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| So you can do us all a favor
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| If you wanna plead your case
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| So brace yourself
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| And tell it to me |