Drake Bell - Don't Preach Lyrics

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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

You're drillin' a hole in my ceiling 
Too bad it won't rain 
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 

I can't believe what you said 
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 

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

The house, the bed, the cars and the front porch (cars and the front porch)
How's it feel when everthing is paid for (everything is 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

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lyrics submitted by Gabby on 14-03-2005
lyrics corrected by drakeyeah on 15-10-2005