I don't believe you
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my ears hear words from your mouth
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and chew them up and spit them out
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and you've been trying way too hard
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and got so much to prove
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when all you gotta do is do the things you gotta do
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but you ain't doing anything
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you ain't proving anything
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and next to everything you don't exist
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so unclench your fist
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you don't know where you're going
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you don't know where you're from
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you tried to keep warm by getting too close to the sun
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when I'm straight with you
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I get one more excuse
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am I a friend or fool?
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if you ask me to
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then I'll tell the truth
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but if you don't then I
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I won't say anything
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you won't hear anything
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and it won't be a lie
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it's like the music's too loud
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but you refuse to turn it down
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you're undercover but
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somewhere deep inside of you
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I see another side of you
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but you won't let it out of you
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and next to everything you don't exist
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so unclench your fist
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you don't know where you're going
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you don't know where you're from
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you tried to keep warm by getting too close to the sun
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(chorus)
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Billy
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The Stryder |