He could try, you might think
I'm a dark cloud with a drink
He's a stickler, he's a freak
I just know what's underneath
He's a sick child
Healthy mess
He's controlling
For the best
Every devil you repeat
Will bring it home again
I
I live with no regrets.
I
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
I
We're the kids that'll break our backs.
I
And it'll feel alright.
He could die (die die)
He could break (break break)
He's should back down, what does he think?
My only fear a little too late.
You owe your conscience, did you ever pay?
On the caravan of bad memories,
I aint no gentleman, that begs from my knees.
I stab my best, I rock till I bleed.
And you can run it all again and,
See
I live with no regrets.
I
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
I
We're the kids that'll break our backs.
I
And it'll feel alright.
Beat, balls, rhythm, self.
Throw your body, get off the shelf.
Beat, balls, rhythm, self.
Throw your body, get off the shelf.
Got a beat, let's rise.
This victory, is mine.
Beat, balls, rhythm, self.
Throw your body, get off the shelf.
Beat, balls, rhythm, self.
Throw your body, get off the shelf.
Got a beat, let's rise.
This victory, is mine.
I
I live with no regrets.
I
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
I
We're the kids that'll break our backs.
I
And it'll feel alright.
I
I live with no regrets.
I
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
I
We're the kids that'll break our backs.
I
And it'll feel alright.
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