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Disenchanted Lyrics
[Skit]
Woah, sorry
Woah, hahaha
Woah…

[Intro]
Woah-woah
Woah-woah
Woah-woaaah
Woah-woah
Woah-woah
Woah-woaaah

[Verse 1]
Just like a wrecking ball swinging through a second story window
Everything’s in pieces, my eyes just can’t believe
I feel the undertow pulling hard, never letting go
I can’t fight this sinking feeling
Hate the hands that they’ve been dealing
Instill the image of a saint
Into the heads of the people you hate

[Chorus]
Lost my way and all my faith
The only thing that I believed in turned out to be something so different and
All I have left in me is some paper and a microphone
A sore throat and a broken home

[Post-Chorus]
Woah-woah
Woah-woah
Woah-woaaah
Woah-woah
Woah-woah
Woah-woaaah

[Verse 2]
On the opposing team, out for blood, not playing clean
Racking up the penalties
I don’t watch my mouth I, say what I mean
Been doing this since nineteen
What makes you think that you know anything, yeah
It’s you who fuels the anger for these words I put on paper
Thick skin but I can see through you
Vomit lies while you choke on the truth

[Chorus]
Lost my way and all my faith
The only thing that I believed in turned out to be something so different and
All I have left in me is some paper and a microphone
A sore throat and a broken home

[Bridge]
I won’t forget that first December
I felt alive for the first time ever
(Disappointment swallowed me)
(and sent me right back on the street)

[Chorus]
I lost my way and all my faith
The only thing that I believed in turned out to be something so different and
All I have left in me is some paper and a microphone
A sore throat and a broken home

[Outro]
The reason for my disenchantment
I know you’ll take this for granted
Bled me dry of all my passion
This didn’t go the way I planned it
The reason for my disenchantment
I know you’ll take this for granted
Bled me dry of all my passion
This didn’t go the way I planned it