| I'm setting boundaries |
| To save what's left of me |
| And I'm closing the door |
| To drown out the noise |
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| Oh what a tragedy |
| Cry me a symphony |
| You're not fooling anyone |
| There ain't bullets in that gun |
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| Your mess is leaving a stain |
| But you keep digging your grave |
| And friends, they all go away |
| When words don't hold any weight |
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| Oh my god, you're such a bore |
| Don't you know that less is more |
| I don't really have the time |
| To listen to you whine |
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| All your schemin' makes me bored |
| I have seen this one before |
| I don't really have the time |
| Just give me back what's mine |
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| You nearly sunk your teeth |
| Cause I don't bruise easily |
| Oh, you started a war |
| Then you built up a fort |
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| Your words keep stabbing me |
| There's no trace of empathy |
| You watched me take my final breath |
| With your foot against my neck |
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| Oh my god you're such a bore |
| Don't you know that less is more |
| I don't really have the time |
| To listen to you whine |
|
| All your schemin' makes me bored |
| I have seen this one before |
| I don't really have the time |
| Just give me back what's mine |
|
| Your mess is leaving a stain |
| You keep digging your grave |
| And friends, they all go away |
| When words don't hold any weight |
|
| Ah |
| Ah |
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| One |
| Two |
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| Oh my god you're such a bore |
| Don't you know that less is more |
| I don't really have the time |
| To listen to you whine |
|
| All your schemin' makes me bored |
| I have seen this one before |
| I don't really have the time |
| Just give me back what's mine |
|
| Oh my god you're such a bore |
| Don't you know that less is more |
| I don't really have the time |
| To listen to you whine |
|
| All your schemin' makes me bored |
| I have seen this one before |
| I don't really have the time |
| Just give me back what's mine |
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