I'm paranoid and sick of this
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World's misconception of things I did
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My language poured across this wrist
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In a metaphoric disaster
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My guess, I'm missing out the punch line
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Unless this hanging noose
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Is fitted to be all mine
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I stood by everything I loved
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While you never understood me much
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'Cause there's only one of me
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And too many of you fighting over nothing
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Oh, there's never enough cool for everyone
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And before you know it you're selling out to be in
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There's never enough cool
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These eyes ungoverned are tearing us apart
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Their ears forsaken have given up on art
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Now, why believe in anything they praise
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When one hand holds them the victor
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While the other holds the shovel to their graves
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I stood by everything I loved
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While you never understood me much
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'Cause there's only one of me
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And too many of you fighting over nothing
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Oh, there's never enough cool for everyone
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And before you know it you're selling out to be in
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Oh, this ticket window has closed
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Save your money, baby
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The next show's about to start
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Where else can you get to watch this talent fall?
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One by one they drop
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I stood by everything I loved
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While you never understood me much
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'Cause there's only one of me
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And too many of you fighting over nothing
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Oh, there's never enough cool for everyone
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And before you know it you're selling out
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You're selling all of me
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And too many of you fighting over nothing
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Oh, there's never enough cool for everyone
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And before you know it you're selling out to be in
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You're selling out to be in
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I stood by everything I loved
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The Hard Sell
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Coheed And Cambria |