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