33 lines
988 B
Plaintext
33 lines
988 B
Plaintext
I never claimed to be something more than me
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Your standards I refuse to see
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I will answer only to myself
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So why don't you police someone else
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The place I call home isn't there anymore
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With boards on the windows and locks on the door
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So pick up the pieces that never once fit
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Let this be the end of it
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Once you held a place for me
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But now that I've left you went and gave up my seat
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Don't expect me to share your visions of life
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I'll take the chances somewhere else
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The place I call home isn't there anymore
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With boards on the windows and locks on the door
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So pick up the pieces that never once fit
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Let this be the end of it
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Give me the green light to get on with my life
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Pick up the pieces then roll the fucking dice
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Give me the green light to get on with my life
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Pick up the pieces then roll the fucking dice
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I live in exile of you, your key no longer fits
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Because the locks on my life are new
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Name Dead Ringer
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Artist Rise Against
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Album Revolutions Per Minute
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