Letras: There For Tomorrow. A Little Faster. Sore Winner.

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I walk, you run, feel so outdone you always wanted it to be one on one
I cust, you're free, make me believe
that you've been innocent
till proven guilty
So scrape my hands and knees
Softer now I plead for your forgiveness
cause the world can't stand to witness
You keep tearing me down looks like
I met my match today

Play me in everything
Make me a rival
But you still dont see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing
Can't hold the title but you still
dont see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner

I want, you feed pick up your speed
It cant be saving if its already been won
I play for but you dont listen
remember me on what you're missing missing out on
stuck in this competition

So scrape my hands and knees
Softer now I read your mindless interest
as we're coming down to inches
You keep tearing me down looks like
I met my match today

Play me in everything
Make me a rival
But you still don't see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing
Can't hold the title but you still don't see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner

Play me in everything
Make me a rival
But you still don't see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner
Losing is not your thing
Can't hold the title but you still don't see that you're
Sore winner, a sore winner

Play me in everything
Make me a rival
But you still don't see that you're
A sore winner



(Thanks to There For Tomorrow for these lyrics and to MegMegGreen18 for these corrections)