Every word you said runs around inside my head again
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Every conversation with myself, my God, a therapist
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No, you can't resist, you're the name of my apocalypse
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Thank the Lord, I didn't fall for it
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But something inside of me wants to change the earth
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Build my kingdom, watch it burn
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Chase a feeling, lift the curse
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Teachers told me I'd never learn
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I won't be the last, but you won't be the first
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Hit when I'm kneeling, do your worst
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'Cause I'll take all your sticks and stones
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Turn 'em into miracles
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Let me let you know, oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh
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I'm never gonna want your pity
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Oh, no, no, look at you so cynical
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But if I let it go, oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh
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Who else is gonna build this city?
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'Cause we are who we say we are
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And that's just fine
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'Cause I was never gonna take them with me
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Sticks and stones
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Turn 'em into miracles
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Let me let you know, oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh
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Nobody else is gonna build my city
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Drag me through the dark, be the villain in my narrative
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Dance upon my scars, how I truly love your arrogance
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Future felt far 'til you opened up the door for it
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Oh, you opened up the door for it
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But something inside of me wants to change the earth
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Build my kingdom, watch it burn
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Chase a feeling, lift the curse
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Teachers told me I'd never learn
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I won't be the last, but you won't be the first
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Hit when I'm kneeling, do your worst
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'Cause I'll take all your sticks and stones
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Turn 'em into miracles
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Let me let you know, oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh
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I'm never gonna want your pity
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Oh, no, no, look at you so cynical
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But if I let it go, oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh
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Who else is gonna build this city?
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Nothing is left, I'm letting you in
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Take what you want, take my lies, and my sin
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Knew you were staying, so I built a city
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Where all my shadows and demons can live
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Nothing is left, I'm letting you in
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Take what you want, take my lies, and my sin
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Knew you were staying, so I built a city
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Where all my shadows and demons can live
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Sticks and stones
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Turn 'em into miracles
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Let me let you know, oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh
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Nobody else is gonna build my city
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Sticks and stones
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Turn 'em into miracles
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Let me let you know, oh-ooh, oh-ooh, oh
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Architect
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| Livingston |
