It's not for the fame
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Not so much a catch and you fall apart
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It's such a sad excuse
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I'll hang, hang, hang until it's done
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Don't ever tell me we're the fucking same
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I've got bigger plans than this and it's not for the fame
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Not so much a catch when you fall apart
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It's such a sad excuse, it's all the same, a sad excuse
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I've got a layer of Hell sitting under my skin
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All these string have become knots
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Let's cut them all
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With only regrets I can hardly see straight
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So wash me white as snow
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With no persuasion and only contradiction
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These lies are all I know
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I need an answer
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I need the truth
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I need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard)
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I need an answer
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I need the truth
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I need an outing (Why have we pushed so hard)
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All these strings have become knots and
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I'm bound to fall if I'm left on my own
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I have had it up to the brink
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So hang, hang, hang until it's done
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Dead After Dallas
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| Ten After Two |
