| I have no interest in self-preservation
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| Emptiness is like an old friend
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| I have no motive or any inclination
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| Of doing anything for any one again
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| I’ve been the patsy, I’ve been the fool
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| I’ve been the scapegoat, now all of that is through
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| Don’t want to sit and wonder when the end is near
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| Don’t want to know where I’ll be in 20 years
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| Because I bite the hand that feeds
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| Easy to call me selfish
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| After years of nurtured apprehension
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| I have no shame I take the blame
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| No more subordination
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| I gave up my self-esteem for a false security
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| And foolishly I chased that dream
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| That had to be force fed to me
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| Because I bite the hand that feeds
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| I play no part in hope that dwindles
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| Reality is such a change of pace
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| I see things now for what they are
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| And reality is such a different place
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| Nostalgia such a waste of time
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| So much life left to live
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| I can’t dwell on yesterday
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| I gotta take as much as I give
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| Bite the hand that feeds
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| Bite the hand that feeds
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| Bite the hand that feeds |