| This ain’t no fairy-tale
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| Nothing like the books in school
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| You cut your teeth on the weak
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| Made my life a living hell
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| Don’t underestimate me, it will be bad
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| I’ll be the heartache that you’re going to have
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| And you’ll regret ever making me sad
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| 'Cause I’m not your…
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| Punch bag, what kinda love is that?
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| Thought your heart was bulletproof
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| Danger, ain’t a stranger
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| And I come running back to you
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| I know we were born to lose
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| Punch bag, gotta hit back
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| All you’re left with is a bruise
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| Addicted like a drug
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| In time, the high wore off
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| I saw you in the light
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| Got up and I said goodbye
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| Don’t underestimate me, it will be bad
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| I’ll be the heartache that you’re going to have
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| And you’ll regret ever making me sad
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| 'Cause I’m not your…
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| Punch bag, what kinda love is that?
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| Thought your heart was bulletproof
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| Danger, ain’t a stranger
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| And I come running back to you
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| I know we were born to lose
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| Punch bag, gotta hit back
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| All you’re left with is a bruise
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| Oh whoa, oh whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Oh whoa, oh whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Let’s have a moment of silence
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| To remember the violent
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| All the seekers and the hiders
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| And the ones that could never find us
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| Let’s have a moment of silence
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| To remember the violent
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| All the seekers and the hiders
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| And the ones that could never find us
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| Punch bag, what kinda love is that?
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| Thought your heart was bulletproof
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| Danger, ain’t a stranger
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| And I come running back to you
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| I know we were born to lose
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| Punch bag, gotta hit back
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| All you’re left with is a bruise |