| Better
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| Lost myself a month ago
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| Better
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| Now I’m right, but I’m alone
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| Feels good to be better
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| Sold out and now it shows
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| Better, better, better, b-b-b-better
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| And, oh, I hate the words I’m holding down in my throat
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| I can’t believe in anything and they know
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| I’m so messed up, we’re all messed up
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| Oh, I hate the words I’m holding down in my throat
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| I can’t believe in anything and they know
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| I’m so messed up, we’re all messed up
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| Better
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| When my mom and dad divorced
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| Better
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| Who’s to say I had a choice when they’re saying
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| «It's better»?
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| Where’s the love without remorse?
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| Better, better, better, b-b-b-better
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| And, oh, I hate the words I’m holding down in my throat
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| I can’t believe in anything and they know
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| I’m so messed up, we’re all messed up
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| Oh, I hate the words I’m holding down in my throat
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| I can’t believe in anything and they know
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| I’m so messed up, we’re all messed up
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| I gotta be something I can see
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| Who’s ready for the things I put in front of me
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| I gotta be something that I thought I would be by this age
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| I gotta be something I can see
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| Who’s ready for the things I put in front of me
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| I gotta be something that I thought I would be by this age
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| Oh, I hate the words I’m holding down in my throat
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| I can’t believe in anything and they know
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| I’m so messed up, we’re all messed up
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| I gotta be something I can see
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| Who’s ready for the things I put in front of me
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| I gotta be something that I thought I would be by this age
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| And, oh, I’ll push away the people that I love most
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| I’ll lose my friends and everyone that I know
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| I’m so messed up, we’re all messed up |