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Tripping
Medium
by Robbie Williams
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First they ignore you
Then at you and hate you
Then they fight you, you win
When the truth dies very bad things happen
They're heartless again
I it's gone and there's gonna be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
But why do you think we in silence?
When a is broken there's nothing to break
You've with some heavy faces
The boys have done a bit of bird
They don't kill their own
They all love their mothers
But you're out of son a word
I know it's gone and there's be violence
I've taken as much I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence?
The heart is broken there's nothing to break
All is wonderful in pace life
Dreaming of the son she wants
You see me in the afterlife
Picking up this son who goes
When you think we're lost, we're exploring
Why do you think it's worth some adoring
You don't want the truth, truth is boring
I've got fever need to
the house, leave the car
the bad men are
I'll leave a few in my gun
And stop me at the sun
I know it's and there's gonna be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
But why do you think we should suffer in silence?
My heart is broken there's nothing to break
Then at you and hate you
Then they fight you, you win
When the truth dies very bad things happen
They're heartless again
I it's gone and there's gonna be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
But why do you think we in silence?
When a is broken there's nothing to break
You've with some heavy faces
The boys have done a bit of bird
They don't kill their own
They all love their mothers
But you're out of son a word
I know it's gone and there's be violence
I've taken as much I'm willing to take
Why do you think we should suffer in silence?
The heart is broken there's nothing to break
All is wonderful in pace life
Dreaming of the son she wants
You see me in the afterlife
Picking up this son who goes
When you think we're lost, we're exploring
Why do you think it's worth some adoring
You don't want the truth, truth is boring
I've got fever need to
the house, leave the car
the bad men are
I'll leave a few in my gun
And stop me at the sun
I know it's and there's gonna be violence
I've taken as much as I'm willing to take
But why do you think we should suffer in silence?
My heart is broken there's nothing to break
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