You Got It Wrong
When you found me on the street
Did you think you rescued me?
Bet you thought without you I would die
Like a snake you swallowed me
I took it till I couldn't breathe
Just to bring your fantasies to life
You count on the faithful
To get your way
And to follow your light
You got it wrong now
'cause I don't give a ****
I'm not your believer
You got it wrong so
I guess you're out of luck
Your dream just lost a dreamer
You fool me with your mystery
Preaching peace and charity
But I see through your vanity and lies
You think you got the best of me
But I will rewrite history
I'll take back my life to your surprise
If I could make it as painful
As you did for me
I'd be just wasting my time
You got it wrong now
'cause I don't give a ****
I'm not your believer
You got it wrong so
I guess you're out of luck
Your dream just lost a dreamer
There's a little part of me
That would like to see you cry
Even if it's just one tear
I know it would never dry
You got it wrong now
'cause I don't give a ****
I'm not your believer
You got it wrong so
I guess you're out of luck
Your dream just lost a dreamer
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