| Who the hell do you think you are
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| Telling me how to live my life
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| You were
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| Never so involved, never so distressed
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| By the choices that I’ve made
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| And my
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| Questioning the rest
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| You point the finger, you cast the first stone
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| Get up on your cross, and leave me to my own
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| You are known as a liar
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| And more known as a traitor
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| One who is a user
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| A self-serving abuser
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| Who can’t go through the day without finding some loser
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| Who will suck up to you and your thoughts and your views
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| You twist and distort and mangle the truth
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| You point the finger, you cast the first stone
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| Get up on your cross, you fucking martyr
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| And leave me to my own
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| Who the hell did i think i was
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| Letting myself get in so deep
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| Letting you take my strength and wasting it away
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| Letting myself become a broken heart cliche
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| What the hell has happened to me
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| I’ve lost my being my identity
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| Living your life like my own disappeared
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| And everything is twisting
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| Reality is missing
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| This is the very thing that i feared
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| And everything is twisting
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| Reality is missing
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| This is the very thing that i feared
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| Who the hell did i think i was
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| Letting myself get in so deep
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| Letting you take my strength and wasting it away
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| Letting myself become a broken heart cliche
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| What the hell has happened to me
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| I’ve lost my being my identity
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| Living your life like my own disappeared
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| And everything is twisting
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| Reality is missing
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| This is the very thing that i feared |