I pull the switch, all systems down
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and all that's left is the sound
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of a know-it-all who's left in doubt
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reaching for stars
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you know you can't get far
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if you don't know who you are
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fame can leave a scar
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And now I bite the hand
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that's feeding me
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cause that hand is so deceiving
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is there a law against
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believing in yourself
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They say I'm going nowhere
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and you know that I don't care
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how I'm getting there
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some things never change
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in this endless game
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they say I'm going nowhere
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and you know that I don't care
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how I'm getting there
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I packed my bags, I wish you well
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I found myself a brand new hell
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You, in your suit and tie
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try and dictate my life
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with all of your lies
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no respect, no loyalty
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nobody rides for free
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especially with me
|
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And now I bite the hand
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that's feeding me
|
cause that hand is so deceiving
|
is there a law against
|
believing in yourself
|
|
They say I'm going nowhere
|
and you know that I don't care
|
how I'm getting there
|
some things never change
|
in this endless game
|
they say I'm going nowhere
|
and you know that I don't care
|
how I'm getting there
|
I packed my bags, I wish you well
|
I found myself a brand new hell
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Nowhere
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| Murderdolls |
