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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Youre making me hang my head so low
You should be impressed by me
All the things that Ive done and see how I try
I want to drown in your flattery
youre making me hold my head so low

to all my brothers
annoying alarm clock wants to wake us up
and dont you hit me
(A drunk to spy on till Ive 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
Cmon do I look like a fool?

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