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Letra

Run away again
Cause you’re scared of the truth
That part of this mess
Is down to you
 
What?
What did you just say?
           
Is it your guilty conscience
Weighing you down?
Or is the chip on your shoulder
Why you’re never around?
Excuse me?
 
You’re the experts at leaving imminently
Forgetting family comes with responsibility
When we need you the most
When we need you here
You’re fucking magicians cause you disappear
Are you embarrassed of us?
Are we not part of the plan?
Try and help me out
Cause I don’t understand
You keep us out of sight
And out of your mind
Well I’m not letting you get away this time
I know nobody’s perfect
But I’m struggling
When you’re not at home
We’re brothers
I can’t do this alone
And I
I know I’m not perfect
But you keep doing things
I can’t defend
And I’m done playing pretend
 
You don’t get my sympathy
I’m tired of biting my tongue
Wish it could be like it used to be
No, you don’t get my sympathy
  
I’m building a career. He’s pissing about playing rugby
I’m trying everyday
Stop passing the blame
How can we be the same
Now everything's changed?
Typical Tom
Always avoiding the truth
I guess you never fucking noticed
That I’m struggling too?
We’ve all sacrificed
I’m grieving more than you know
Don’t be calling me out
Cause I don’t put on a show
You weren’t there on the beach, Dom
You’ll never see
How every day I just wish it was me
You don’t get my sympathy
I’m tired of biting my tongue
Wish it could be like it used to be
You don’t get my sympathy
We’re living a lie
Pretending we’re fine
It’s taking everything from me
No, you don’t get my sympathy
Everyday’s a fight and I’m done keeping score
I don’t wanna bear the weight of us no more
Can I get a break that's all I’m asking for?
No
No
I’m losing sympathy
I’m tired of biting my tongue
I’m not perfect
I wish it could be like it used to be
Can we go back?
Can we go back to before?
No, you don't get my sympathy
Written by: Nick Butcher, Tom Ling

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