For so many years I held my breath for you,
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held under what became the ocean.
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Struggling to find footing on what became the ocean floor,
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and now, as I reflect on what became my foundation.
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Who am I to say the grass was ever greener,
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where my own feet struck the earth?
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And that the fields, they seem much neater,
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on my own side of the fence.
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And who am I to question why you took the path you took?
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And who the fuck am I to open this closed?
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But the pages just keep turning, turning.
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And my pen just won't run dry,
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but my eyes they won't stop burning,
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and yet you still have no reply.
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I guess that in a way,
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it had to be like this.
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And I guess that in a way,
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I'm glad it turned out like it did.
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Because I couldn't stand your sight if I ran into you tonight,
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and if you died right now I just don't think
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I'd have too much to say tonight.
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And who am I to say the grass was ever greener,
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where my own feet struck the earth?
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And that the fields, they seem much neater,
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on my own side of the fence.
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And who am I to question why you took the path you took?
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And who the fuck am I to open this closed?
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But the pages just keep turning, turning.
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If you hear this just forget it.
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If you hear this just forget it...
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Oh!
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[Sample taken from Hot Rod:]
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"Beating me wouldn't mean anything now, I'm all through"
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"All I want is to earn your respect,
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how am I meant to do that if you won't fight me?"
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"Maybe you shoulv'e thought of that,
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before you sucked at being a man your whole life"
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"Oh my god, I hate you so much,
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I just wanna smash your face in"
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"Too late, I'm a dead man..."
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Stairway To Hell
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| The Amity Affliction |
