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