| Ulterior motives sinking in
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| How gullible do you think I can get
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| You state you’re not like the others
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| Then show your true colours
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| Intentions glow with a shade of red
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| I avoid three grids cause of times like this
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| Now know full well that you don’t give a shit
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| About the state that I’m in or the risks that I’m taking
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| Turn a blind eye and forget it
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| Embrace the sitch and start your healing
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| Flip the switch control your feelings
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| You’re just another example of a brainsick type
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| And you claim your right to
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| Crush my heart when you trample on my fragile mind
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| 'Til I run and hide
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| I take another gamble like the freak that I am
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| With these thoughts that I have
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| You analyse every angle
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| Look inside these bloodshot eyes and still expect lies
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| I’m done with this
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| Doing 90 on the motorway my CD’s on
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| Blasting fucking break up records one by one
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| Friends sit back and laugh at the way I’ve become
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| And what I’m running from
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| Another accusation
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| I’m outta here not worth my time
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| Hand in my resignation
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| This boy will never fall in line
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| You’re just another example of a brainsick type
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| And you claim your right to
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| Crush my heart when you trample on my fragile mind
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| 'Til I run and hide
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| I take another gamble like the freak that I am
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| With these thoughts that I have
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| You analyse every angle
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| Look inside these bloodshot eyes and still expect lies
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| Things that only we know
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| Still better left unsaid
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| Of how I fed your ego
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| In this mess that I regret
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| You were the best
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| You were a 10
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| But the shift that I put in
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| Clearly didn’t mean anything
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| You’re just another example of a brainsick type
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| And you claim your right to
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| Crush my heart when you trample on my fragile mind
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| 'Til I run and hide
|
| I take another gamble like the freak that I am
|
| With these thoughts that I have
|
| You analyse every angle
|
| Look inside these bloodshot eyes and still expect lies
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| Another accusation
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| I’m outta here no worth my time
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| Hand in my resignation
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| This boy will never fall in line |