I wanted to be right to change a common situation,
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that always seems to happen to me.
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But then I gave into the way of common desperation,
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and dedicated time to find the weakness in me.
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The freedom to react and attack it when I'm defensive.
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My decision, a solid metal rock wall,
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extended inside of every argument created,
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by the difference between the way I think,
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and the way the world is doing it.
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[Chorus]
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The world can be wrong today for once.
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You'll have to be wrong today.
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For once, I can't be wrong.
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I was wrong before.
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Didn't know a lot about what I to do,
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about changing my way of thinking.
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So I blend instead of being separate.
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Things don't always have to go my way.
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But, this always being wrong is driving me crazy.
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Where's the American Dream guarantee,
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if I do it-exactly-your way?
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I've seen your followers fall.
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You leave them behind.
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I'm not letting the same thing happen to me.
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[Chorus]
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One to one pointed at the one,
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looking for meaning in a shotgun blast.
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Heading to the things that they left upstairs.
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Dated idea with an animal stare.
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One to one pointed at the ignorant,
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judgmental, think you know everything.
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There is to know about everything.
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You want to be king without responsibility.
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It's circling.
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The pack is circling.
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[Chorus]
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One to one pointed at the one,
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looking for meaning in a shotgun blast.
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One to one pointed at the ignorant,
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judgmental, think you know everything.
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Wrong Before
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| Nonpoint |
