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Tried it my way to get it right Always got cut down to size I never thought enough about it Was quick to quit and quick to shout about it I cut my feet while I cut my teeth Breaking out rather breathlessly Independent but sadly faulty Dedicated but a bit unholy (On) my own I only wanted what it meant to be free To take the whole world on and bury all the pride of a mercenary the egotistical, high and mighty, good for nothing, illegitimate hybrids who would never bust the chain of misguided Before I knew it I'd fallen and faded into the system, destined to be jaded (On) my own Then I found rapture, I found warning and gave my heart out to never be so Alone (On) my own From Letras Mania