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Don't Preach

Drake Bell

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You say that I suck and I'm lousy
You say I can't writ
You've always told me how to be
Now I'm sick of a it

And sorry doesn't make it okay
But I'm the one that paid your way
Don't preach

You're drillin' a hole in my ceiling
Too bad it won't rain
You're slippin' without any feeling
So don't you complain

Sorry doesn't make it okay
But I'm the one that paid your way
Sorry doesn't make it okay
But I'm the one that paid your way
Don't preach

I can't believe what you said
How you live, how you love, how you laugh
You took my money away
Made me sleep on the floor that I've had
But I don't care anyway
Cause I laugh when you cry
Do you think you would die if I said
Don't preach

Sorry doesn't make it okay
But I'm the one that paid your way
Sorry doesn't make it okay
But I'm the one that paid your way

The house, bed
The cars and the front the door
And how's it feel when all of it's paid for
It's already paid for
It's already paid for
It's already paid for
It's already paid for
Everybody's paid for
Everybody's paid for
Everybody's paid for

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