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Tekstovi: Story of the Year. Sue Your Friends, Pay Your Enemy.

Your face was never missed
Your cleverness and cunning words did not exist
Bitter bleak, you're fuckin' weak
You know you don't deserve a thing

You fight for pride to save your name
To heal the scars you waste to shame
Take the blame, take the blame, save it now so this can end
'Cause there's nothing left to prove to you

You've become the enemy, let it go
Whoa, whoa
But you'll never take the blame, so let it go
Whoa, whoa

I'll tear it down, arrogant, sick of it
Flatter everyone you can
I'm pulling teeth 'cause talk is cheap
Your lie regrets are elbow deep

So now it's time to chase the dream
With hand grenades and gasoline
Burn it down, burn it down, every gracious words you speak
'Cause now I see right through, so fuck you

You've become the enemy, let it go
Whoa, whoa
But you'll never take the blame, so let it go
Whoa, whoa

The time has come, you know
To just let go, just let it all go
And it's not enough
That you're handed everything

Still you smile to my face
But this time I'll tear it down
I'll tear it down and I'll tear it down
'Cause there's nothing left to prove to you

You've become the enemy, let it go
Whoa, whoa
But you'll never take the blame, so let it go
Whoa, whoa, whoa
You are your own worst enemy we know
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Story of the Year