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[Intro] G F#7 [Primeira Parte] G I wake up to the sounds Of the silence that allows F#7 From my mind to run around With my ear up to the ground G I'm searching to behold The stories that are told F#7 When my back is to the world That was smiling when I turned [Pré-Refrão] G F#7 Tell you you're the greatest G F#7 But once you turn, they hate us [Refrão] G Oh, the misery F#7 Everybody wants to be my enemy G Spare the sympathy F#7 G F#7 Everybody wants to be my enemy G F#7 My enemy But I'm ready [Segunda Parte] G Your words up on the wall As you're praying for my fall F#7 And the laughter in thе halls And the names that I've been called G I stack it in my mind And I'm waiting for the time F#7 When I show you what it's like To be words spit in a mic [Pré-Refrão] G F#7 Tell you you're the greatest G F#7 But once you turn, they hate us [Refrão] G Oh, the misery F#7 Everybody wants to be my enemy G Spare the sympathy F#7 G F#7 Everybody wants to be my enemy G F#7 My enemy [Ponte] Unh, look, okay G I'm hoping that somebody pray for me I'm praying that somebody hope for me F#7 I'm staying where nobody 'posed to be P-p-posted, being a wreck of emotions G Ready to go whenever just let me know The road is long so put the pedal into the floor F#7 The enemy's on my trail, my energy unavailable I'ma tell 'em: Hasta luego G They wanna plot on my trot to the top I've been outta shape F#7 Tinking out the box I'm an astronaut I blasted off the planet rock to cause catastrophe G And it matters more because I had it not Had I thought about wreaking havoc on an opposition F#7 Kinda shockin' they wanted a static With precision I'm automatic quaterback I ain't talking sacking Pack it, pack it up, I don't panic Batter, batter up, who the baddest? It don't matter 'cause we at ya throat [Refrão] F#7 Everybody wants to be my enemy G Spare the sympathy F#7 Everybody wants to be my enemy G Oh, the misery F#7 Everybody wants to be my enemy G Spare the sympathy F#7 Everybody wants to be my enemy [Final] G Pray it away, I swear F#7 I'll never be a saint, no way My enemy G Pray it away, I swear F#7 I'll never be a saint