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I hate to break this to you
The way this train is rolling is clearly out of your reach
We canât afford to drag our feet
Now weâre reborn
Upon our sides is yet another thorn
Just when you thought Iâd let my guard down
I stop you right in your tracks
Too many times Iâve made a rod for my own back
But now Iâm still here walking down these streets with my fucking head held high
No feeling of defeat, just an overwhelming rush of relief
To know youâre gone and know youâre never coming back
So sick of your empty threats and shooting the shit
So do your fucking worst bitch
Let it be, the past is dead weâre history
Let it be, Iâm stronger now you will see
Let it be, youâll move on eventually
Let it be, the past is dead weâre history