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Tripping 
Medium
by Robbie Williams
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First they ignore you
Then laugh at you and hate you
Then they you, you win
When the dies very bad happen
They're being again
I know it's and there's gonna be violence
I've taken as as I'm willing to take
But why do you think we should suffer in silence?
When a is broken there's to break
You've been mixing with very faces
The have done a bit of bird
They don't kill own
They all love their mothers
But you're out of your depth son a word
I know it's gone and there's gonna be violence
I've as much I'm 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 see me in the afterlife
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 the truth, truth is boring
I've got this fever need to
Leave the house, leave the car
the bad men where are
I'll a few shells in my gun
And stop me 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 there's nothing to break
Then laugh at you and hate you
Then they you, you win
When the dies very bad happen
They're being again
I know it's and there's gonna be violence
I've taken as as I'm willing to take
But why do you think we should suffer in silence?
When a is broken there's to break
You've been mixing with very faces
The have done a bit of bird
They don't kill own
They all love their mothers
But you're out of your depth son a word
I know it's gone and there's gonna be violence
I've as much I'm 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 see me in the afterlife
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 the truth, truth is boring
I've got this fever need to
Leave the house, leave the car
the bad men where are
I'll a few shells in my gun
And stop me 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 there's nothing to break
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