[Verse]
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Cant make my own decisions
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Or make any with precision
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Well maybe you should tie me up
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So I don't go where you don't want me
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You say that I've been changing
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That I'm not just simply aging
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Yeah, how can that be logical
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Just keep cramming ideas down my throat
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[Pre-chorus]
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Whoa
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[Chorus]
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You don't have to believe me
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But the way I, way I see it
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Next time you point a finger
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I might have to bend it back
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Or break it, break it off
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Next time you point a finger
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I'll point you to the mirror
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[Verse]
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If God's the game that you're playing
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Well we must get more acquainted
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Because it has to be so lonely
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To be the only one that's holy
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It's just my humble opinion
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But it's one that I believe in
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You don't deserve a point of view
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If the only thing you see is you
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[Pre-chorus]
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Whoa
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[Chorus]
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You don't have to believe me
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But the way I, way I see it
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Next time you point a finger
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I might have to bend it back
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Or break it, break it off
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Next time you point a finger
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I'll point you to the mirror
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[Hook]
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This is the last second chance
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(I'll point you to the mirror)
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I'm half as good as it gets
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(I'll point you to the mirror)
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I'm on both sides of the fence
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(I'll point you to the mirror)
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Without a hint of regret
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I'll hold you to it
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[Chorus]
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I know you don't believe me
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But the way I, way I see it
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Next time you point a finger
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I might have to bend it back
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Or break it, break it off
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Next time you point a finger
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I'll point you to the mirror
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I know you wont believe me
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But the way I, way I see it
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Next time you point a finger
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I might have to bend it back
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Or break it, break it off
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Next time you point a finger
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I'll point you to the mirror
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Playing God
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| Paramore |
