| Money and women come |
| But before you know it, they're all gone |
| And these pearls I'm diving for |
| They've been pebbles all along |
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| And did I make a bitter girl out of you? |
| I'm sorry I've been so fake |
| I put your bathwater in my soup |
| I hope my neighbor don't mind the taste, yeah |
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| At the beginning of the story |
| When all you've got is faith |
| And the fighter asks, "Are you not entertained?" |
| And it's a tiny little promise |
| When the morning starts to break |
| But you feel sick to your stomach anyway |
| That's what it's like to be free |
| Damn |
| That's what it's like to be free |
| Damn |
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| Why wear my armor when I can be soft? |
| Why be a hero when I can be me? |
| It's a lonely kind of self-involved |
| But it's the only way I get to sleep, yeah |
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| And it's a slaughterhouse, this loving thing |
| I give up, I lie down to take the knife |
|
| At the beginning of the story |
| When all you've got is faith |
| And the fighter asks, "Are you not entertained?" |
| And it's a tiny little promise |
| When the morning starts to break |
| But you feel sick to your stomach anyway |
| That's what it's like to be free |
| Damn |
| That's what it's like to be free |
| Damn |
| That's what it's like to be free |
| Damn |
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