[Words: Brian & Tito, Rifs: Marco]
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Why do people play these games?
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Fuck with my head, it's all the same,
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push me too far, then lie and fake it.
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You're pushing your luck and I can't take it!
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Spread a rumor, put me down,
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You make me laugh you fucking clown.
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C'mon, admit it, you stabbed my back,
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I feel like my mind's been attacked!
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Two faced smile,
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I know you're fake,
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Your likes and dissin',
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is something I can't take,
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You fucked up my life,
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but now I'm back in place.
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You broke my heart so I broke your face,
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You live upon materialistic greed,
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Vicious headgames I don't need,
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I can't figure it out,
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what ist the solution,
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That's just life,
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it's mental pollution,
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I'm someone you can pee on,
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I'm not gonna be your emotional tampon,
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Don't use me for a stepping stone,
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I'm better off all alone, on my own.
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Do you get what I'm saying,
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is the message clear?
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Don't ignore me, listen up and hear,
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Or do I have to carve it on your forehead with an exacto knife?
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I've got my own life, don't distract me.
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Scar my brain, too bad you can't see that I have learned from these mistakes
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that I have learned not to relate with people who humiliate and betray me,
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and try to run my machine,
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because insecure,
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psychotic people like that are just a bad dream.
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You Broke My Heart
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| Wehrmacht |
