you got nothing to say and i got nothing to lose
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i'm sick of feeling trapped by my own rules
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cause there's a sense of control that i lose
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i got my own opinions i got rights to abuse
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i got reasons to fear the things that i shouldn't do
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i got this evil streak in me that wants to prevail
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but i keep it cool
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i'm sick of feeling trapped by my own rules
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cause there's a sense of control that i lose
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so don't bring me down cause you won't like the sound
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it's as if i'm a kite attached to my past
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on the sand, on the ground
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i feel as if i'm flying somewhere always not around
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don't fool yourself
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you speak too fast
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the subtlety like most your life
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was never meant to last
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the future days unfold me
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but my history down upon the ground forever gets to hold onto me
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onto me
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onto me
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i'm sick of feeling trapped by my own rules
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cause there's a sense of control that i lose
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so don't bring me down cause you won't like the sound
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You Won't Like The Sound
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Ben Kenney |