2,3,4
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There are still shards in the road, shackled wooden windows
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The hero in the cell, he doesn't look too well
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A cardio love-send, a face down in the dirt, makeshift, I don't
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I don't obey, I don't follow you, or anyone else for that matter
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You don't understand, 'cause you are not a strong man, it doesn't mean a thing
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I don't need your help, I got this far all by myself and I've given everything
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Myths and photographs
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Myths and photographs
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Oh purple skies and red clouds, buttercups and fire
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The chalice from which you drink, it doesn't help you think
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I recon so, I know so, a taste, now 24, lost sleep, gone
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Ethereal, an astronauts mentality, self-righteous vitality
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You don't understand, 'cause you are not a strong man, it doesn't mean a thing
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I don't need your help, I got this far all by myself and I've given everything
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Myths and photographs
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Myths and photographs
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And now I know why I had so much doubt in myself
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You pick me up and dust me off and put me back on the shelf
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Your about as hopeful as a cyanide pill, it's always pretty scary when your not quite at the
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Top of the hill
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Take a cheap shot 'cause I don't give a shit, this band of brothers capsizes and rolls round
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With it
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Reclaiming the shadows that we cast, kick-start this beast real fast
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You don't understand, 'cause you are not a strong man, it doesn't mean I think
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I don't need your help, I got this far all by myself and I've given everything
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I've got nothing to say, you never knew me anyway, you are a treachery to yourself
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Listen closely to this, the point you will still miss, you'll think about how it affects you
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