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Braeden John McKee
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Say what you want; there is no way back Come get down off that throne I couldn't ever believe ya Hold an event and find yourself too soon Freeze me I wasn't ever the diva, don't I know We never got out of the season, hold back or you'll fold I wasn't ever the prophet, heaven knows Take it right out of your pocket, I hold my head up high There's five ways to go and one way to know how But I don't understand how you stand Take back that dome Recall that you cortisoned your soul Freeze me I wasn't ever the diva, don't I know We never got out of the season, hold on to that gold I wasn't ever the prophet, heaven knows Take it right out of your pocket, I hold my head up high I have a fever I've got a fever Caught in a corner Can't see ya leaving I've got a feeling You're gonna fool me Feel kinda freezing Feel kinda haunted I wasn't ever the diva, you're a ghost We never got out of the season, hold back or you'll fold I wasn't ever the prophet, heaven shows You're taking me up in their rocket, I hold my head up high I wasn't ever the diva, you're a ghost I couldn't ever believe her, hold back or you'll fold I wasn't ever the prophet, heaven shows Take it right out of your pocket, I hold my head up high
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