| Most of my life I’ve been all alone
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| Living my life and being on my own
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| Fake friends that I left behind
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| told me I’m wrong all the time
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| I never cared for what they said to me
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| Right or wrong happens anyway
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| Behind the wreckage of my life
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| remains a secret deep beneath
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| Riddles come and riddles go
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| sometimes I got nowhere to go
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| foot steps of my memories
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| and the trails that I still have to walk
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| Those will be the lessons, the lessons in my life
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| Right or wrong
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| No matter what they think of me
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| Right or wrong
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| No matter what they say to me
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| People say I got black angels
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| Flying round inside my frame
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| Shattered my life in a thousand pieces
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| and I’m down and out most all the time.
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| I live my life in silence
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| and my mind is just too tough to die.
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| It’s running round in circles
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| but I do know right from wrong
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| Shattered ashes left behind
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| of the ones who died to young
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| I lived the same but I lived on
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| life is a trigger with ticking bomb
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| Got season tickets to what is wrong
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| right or wrong this is my way
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| Right or wrong all the way
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| Who would of thought
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| I would make it on my own
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| I pushed myself ahead
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| and did it on my own
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| the blind where wrong my wrong was right
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| my right was wrong my wrong was right
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| That is why I’m going my own way |