Clear all my systems

you shout like the bitter old man

One handsome mister

presidents, preachers

we all do wrong

a celebration

To those who always let things pass

I will support you

what of your sorrow and pain

'cause I got it before



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You're making me hang my head so low

You should be impressed by me

All the things that I've done and see how I try

I want to drown in your flattery

you're making me hold my head so low



to all my brothers

annoying alarm clock wants to wake us up

and don't you hit me

(A drunk to spy on till I've gone too far)

a celebration

to those who will let things go wrong

I will support you

And what of your sorrow and pain

'cause I got it before



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And my knees are already aching

shaking like never before

I think that you can do better

C'mon do I look like a fool?



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