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Try the game It's all the same It's a matter of taste You'll try someday to be with the nation Of all the rock stars in my mind I never thought You Battle tech I'm ready to bleed from my veins now Come on back it's just a matter of fact You keep on telling yourself The realizations of all the ways You learned to hate You're coming far You're gonna break Gonna set the record straight So concentrate Chorus: I've got my mind made up this time I've given all that wasn't mine I gave the shirt that's on my back And I give and I give and I get none Now you're on to something better I bet you want your money back Oh, that's a serious breakdown Letras de cancionesCome on, bitch Give us all your best shot Do yourself a favor Don't hold back And release the frustration I'm not surprised You've lost your mind I see we arrived at about the same time That's some serious patience And I just can't What, you want your feelings back? I'll just say Your unjust contrast Is the same as a slap in the face Repeat Chorus (2x) I've got my mind made up this time I fall You place your faith in something fake And now you bleed attention Repeat Chorus (2x) From Letras Mania