| Your actions are wild, unprovoked, and fake
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| Don’t expect too much from me
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| When you drown in your hate
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| Don’t dismiss the roots from which you came
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| Because you may never hear these sounds again
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| When all I know is what I love
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| And what I love keeps me sane
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| I do what I love, so how can you judge me?
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| You make those of us who try
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| Wonder what goes through your head
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| Not a single word you credit
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| From the speeches you’ve said
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| Take away, take away from those that you sway
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| Take advantage of those that lost their way
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| Stepping on and pushing them down
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| To make yourself feel taller
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| But now the hate’s weighing down
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| As you ring your collar
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| Beg to be the thief I see
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| Or hope to lead the life you dream
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| I’ve grown from the roots, which I came
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| Moving towards the sun
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| And nourished by the rain
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| Negativity has shaped me
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| Not once will it break me
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| And we all must live this way
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| I do what I love, so how can you judge me?
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| How can you call this living
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| When all you do is complain?
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| How can you call this living?
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| It’s more like «living in shame»
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| At least I know who the person in the mirror is
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| That’s more than you could say
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| At least I know, at least I know
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| That’s more than you could say
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| I do what I love, so how can you judge me?
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| (There's no use dwelling on hate)
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| How can you call this living
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| When all you do is complain?
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| How can you call this living?
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| It’s more like «living in shame» |