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Tripping 
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de Robbie Williams
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First they ignore you
Then at you and hate you
Then they fight you, then you win
the truth dies bad things happen
They're being heartless again
I it's gone and there's gonna be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
But why do you think we should suffer in silence?
When a is there's nothing to break
You've mixing some very heavy faces
The boys done a bit of bird
They don't own
They all love their mothers
But you're out of your son a word
I know it's gone and there's gonna be violence
I've as much I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence?
The heart is there's nothing to break
All is wonderful in pace life
Dreaming of the son she wants
You should see me in the afterlife
Picking up this son who goes
When you we're lost, we're exploring
Why do you think it's worth some adoring
You don't want the truth, truth is boring
I've got need to
Leave the house, leave the car
the bad men where they are
I'll a few shells in my gun
And stop me staring at the sun
I know it's gone and there's gonna be violence
I've taken as as I'm willing to take
But why do you think we suffer in silence?
My heart is broken there's nothing to break
Then at you and hate you
Then they fight you, then you win
the truth dies bad things happen
They're being heartless again
I it's gone and there's gonna be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
But why do you think we should suffer in silence?
When a is there's nothing to break
You've mixing some very heavy faces
The boys done a bit of bird
They don't own
They all love their mothers
But you're out of your son a word
I know it's gone and there's gonna be violence
I've as much I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence?
The heart is there's nothing to break
All is wonderful in pace life
Dreaming of the son she wants
You should see me in the afterlife
Picking up this son who goes
When you we're lost, we're exploring
Why do you think it's worth some adoring
You don't want the truth, truth is boring
I've got need to
Leave the house, leave the car
the bad men where they are
I'll a few shells in my gun
And stop me staring at the sun
I know it's gone and there's gonna be violence
I've taken as as I'm willing to take
But why do you think we suffer in silence?
My heart is broken there's nothing to break
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