These people don't understand!
They're not rebels like us.
They don't know what we've been through
They can't handle the truth.
We've got nothing to prove.
Just need some damn attention.
My daily dose of affection.
They want liars and fakes, they don't care what for.
And after all their mistakes they still want more.
But you know, yeah you know, yeah you know
You should know, whoa-oh, no I'm not coming home.
I'm past the point of no return.
You should know, woah-oh-oh, no I'm not coming home. I'm past the point of no return.
You thought I couldn't make it.
'Cause I was born to win, and I'm not giving in...
'Cause you know, yeah you know, yeah you know
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