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You might come, and you might break meBut I know my place, cause I was born into itAnd you might crash, and you might burn upBut you know your place, cause you dug yourself into itAnd they might win, and they might break meBut I know my place, cause I've gotten used to itAnd you might live, or you might give upBut you know your place, cause you've fallen into itAnd I'm falling tooAnd if you come back to haunt meI could probably use the companyCome have a seatBut I have become forgetfulI can't remember why you diedAnd howAll this feels like a daydreamOr like some ghostly playWhere everything that is happeningLooks like it's dead and goneAnd I won't bend, so you'll have to break meBut I know my place, and I'm pretty used to itAnd you might turn, and you might lose face,But you know your place, cause you've given into itAnd you might laugh, or you might hate me,But I know my name, and I'm pretty used to itAnd you might, turn, and you might leave meBut I know my place, and I've gotten used to itAnd I've... From Letras Mania