Tom: G
[Intro] G F#7
[Primeira Parte]
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I wake up to the sounds
Of the silence that allows
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From my mind to run around
With my ear up to the ground
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I'm searching to behold
The stories that are told
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When my back is to the world
That was smiling when I turned
[Pré-Refrão]
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Tell you you're the greatest
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But once you turn, they hate us
[Refrão]
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Oh, the misery
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Everybody wants to be my enemy
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Spare the sympathy
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Everybody wants to be my enemy
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My enemy
But I'm ready
[Segunda Parte]
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Your words up on the wall
As you're praying for my fall
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And the laughter in thе halls
And the names that I've been called
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I stack it in my mind
And I'm waiting for the time
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When I show you what it's like
To be words spit in a mic
[Pré-Refrão]
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Tell you you're the greatest
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But once you turn, they hate us
[Refrão]
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Oh, the misery
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Everybody wants to be my enemy
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Spare the sympathy
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Everybody wants to be my enemy
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My enemy
[Ponte]
Unh, look, okay
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I'm hoping that somebody pray for me
I'm praying that somebody hope for me
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I'm staying where nobody 'posed to be
P-p-posted, being a wreck of emotions
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Ready to go whenever just let me know
The road is long so put the pedal into the floor
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The enemy's on my trail, my energy unavailable
I'ma tell 'em: Hasta luego
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They wanna plot on my trot to the top
I've been outta shape
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Tinking out the box I'm an astronaut
I blasted off the planet rock to cause catastrophe
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And it matters more because I had it not
Had I thought about wreaking havoc on an opposition
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Kinda shockin' they wanted a static
With precision I'm automatic quaterback
I ain't talking sacking
Pack it, pack it up, I don't panic
Batter, batter up, who the baddest?
It don't matter 'cause we at ya throat
[Refrão]
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Everybody wants to be my enemy
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Spare the sympathy
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Everybody wants to be my enemy
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Oh, the misery
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Everybody wants to be my enemy
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Spare the sympathy
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Everybody wants to be my enemy
[Final]
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Pray it away, I swear
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I'll never be a saint, no way
My enemy
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Pray it away, I swear
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I'll never be a saint
