Don't Preach

You say that I suck and I'm lousy
 You say I can't write, not yet
 You always told me how to be
 Now I'm sick of it
 Sorry doesn't make it okay
 When I'm the one that paid your way
 Don't preach
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 You're drilling a hole in my ceiling
 Too bad it won't rain
 But who's living without any feeling
 So don't you complain
 Sorry doesn't make it okay
 When I'm the one that paid your way
 Sorry doesn't make it okay
 When I'm the one that paid your way
 Don't preach
 (Believe it, okay then)
 I can't believe what you say
 How you live, how you love, how you lie
 You took my money away
 Made me sleep on the floor that I bought
 But I don't care anyway
 'Cause I laugh when you cry
 Do you think you would die if I said
 Don't preach
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 Sorry doesn't make it okay
 When I'm the one that paid your way
 Sorry doesn't make it okay
 When I'm the one that paid your way
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 The house, the bed, the cars and the front door (cars and the front door)
 How's it feel now that it's paid for? (Now that's it's paid for)
 Already paid for (already paid for)
 Already paid for (already paid for)
 Already paid for (already paid for)
 Already paid for (already paid for)
 Everybody's paid for
 Everybody's paid for (everybody's paid for)
 Everybody's paid for
 Everybody's paid for