| I pull a switch
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| All systems down
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| And all that’s left is a sound
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| But no it all is left in doubt
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| Reaching for stars
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| You know you can’t get far
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| If you don’t know who you are
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| Fate can leave a scar
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| And now I bite the hand that’s feeding me cause that hand is so decieving
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| Is there a law against believing in yourself?
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| I say I’m going Nowhere
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| And you know that I don’t care
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| How I’m getting there
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| Somethings never change
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| in this endless game
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| I say I’m going Nowhere
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| And you know that I don’t care
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| How I’m getting there
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| I pack my bags and I wish you well
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| I found myself a brand new hell
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| You, In your suit and tie
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| Trying to dictate my life
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| With all of your lies
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| No respect
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| No loyalty
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| Nobody writes for free
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| Especially with me
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| And now I bite the hand that’s feeding me cause that hand is so decieving
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| Is there a law against believing in yourself?
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| I say I’m going Nowhere
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| And you know that I don’t care
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| How I’m getting there
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| Somethings never change
|
| in this endless game
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| I say I’m going Nowhere
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| And you know that I don’t care
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| How I’m getting there
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| I pack my bags and I wish you well
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| I found myself a brand new hell
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| And now I bite the hand that’s feeding me cause that hand is so decieving
|
| Is there a law against believing in yourself?
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| In yourself
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| I say I’m going Nowhere
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| And you know that I don’t care
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| How I’m getting there
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| Somethings never change
|
| in this endless game
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| I say I’m going Nowhere
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| And you know that I don’t care
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| How I’m getting there
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| I pack my bags and I wish you well
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| I found myself a brand new hell |