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War

Everyday its always the same
No point in fighting, its not going to change
I'm trying to find my place in this world but I don't get it
I go through the motions over and over
Sick of life, sick of talk, sick of you
I go through the motions every fucking day
Should I just step back and let others path my way?
I walk in step with all the others, predictable is how I feel
Everyday seems like just another, months they now turn to years
Times are changing and I think where to turn next
I missed the point somewhere along the line
Now back is my best bet
You can't make it work with your foot in your mouth
And you can't make this work cause its so hard to stick out
I'm sick of hearing what you think of every single thing that comes out of my mouth
You know where you can take your words?
Away from me. I want to be a part
I know its nothing new
I want this fucking charade over
Life's a bitch, suck it up
Trying to get it right, fuck it up!

Written by THOMAS, BYRON O.
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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