| Woah, sorry
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| Woah, hahaha
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| Woah…
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| Woah-woah
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| Woah-woah
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| Woah-woaaah
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| Woah-woah
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| Woah-woah
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| Woah-woaaah
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| Just like a wrecking ball swinging through a second story window
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| Everything’s in pieces, my eyes just can’t believe
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| I feel the undertow pulling hard, never letting go
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| I can’t fight this sinking feeling
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| Hate the hands that they’ve been dealing
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| Instill the image of a saint
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| Into the heads of the people you hate
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| Lost my way and all my faith
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| The only thing that I believed in turned out to be something so different and
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| All I have left in me is some paper and a microphone
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| A sore throat and a broken home
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| Woah-woah
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| Woah-woah
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| Woah-woaaah
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| Woah-woah
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| Woah-woah
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| Woah-woaaah
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| On the opposing team, out for blood, not playing clean
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| Racking up the penalties
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| I don’t watch my mouth I, say what I mean
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| Been doing this since nineteen
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| What makes you think that you know anything, yeah
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| It’s you who fuels the anger for these words I put on paper
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| Thick skin but I can see through you
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| Vomit lies while you choke on the truth
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| Lost my way and all my faith
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| The only thing that I believed in turned out to be something so different and
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| All I have left in me is some paper and a microphone
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| A sore throat and a broken home
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| I won’t forget that first December
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| I felt alive for the first time ever
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| (Disappointment swallowed me)
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| (and sent me right back on the street)
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| I lost my way and all my faith
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| The only thing that I believed in turned out to be something so different and
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| All I have left in me is some paper and a microphone
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| A sore throat and a broken home
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| The reason for my disenchantment
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| I know you’ll take this for granted
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| Bled me dry of all my passion
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| This didn’t go the way I planned it
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| The reason for my disenchantment
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| I know you’ll take this for granted
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| Bled me dry of all my passion
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| This didn’t go the way I planned it |