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I was taking every hit from you, you Drive-by shooting son of a bitch, and I'm done Oh whoa, I'm done Who told you that you could rewrite the rules, and do you Really take me for a goddamn fool? 'Cause I'm done Oh whoa, I'm done And you can drag me out before some authority If that's what you have to do to feel like you can punish me But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore With your dogs, with your dogs at my door You've been puncing my weaknesses, slandering my name You spent all your time trying to place your blame, and I'm done Oh, I'm done I used to think I hold the best parts of me (of me) But sew the holes in your life and the cracks in your seams (your seams) And I'm done Oh whoa, I'm done And I'm sorry that you don't like your life I fought for my own victories and for the beauty in my life My joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you No, my joy, my joy, my joy takes nothing from you Well, you criticize my numbers, you hammer out the rules Wait for me to fuck up, and find yourself some proof And I'm done Oh whoa, I'm done You just soak in the hatred of a sorry line Yeah, you hide behind decorum and a fake smile And I'm done Oh whoa, I'm done And you can drag me out before a judge in authorities If that's what you have to do to feel like you can punish me But I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore With your doubts, with your doubts in my door Well, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't keep the peace anymore With your dogs, with your dogs at my door
Writer(s): Frazey Ford, Craig Mccaul, John Raham, Darren Parris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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