Don't Preach Lyrics - Telegraph - Drake Bell

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 drilling a hole in my ceiling 

Too bad it won't rain 

But who's living without any feeling 

So don't you complain 

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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 

Don't preach 

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 

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