| I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
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| I wanna scream till the words dry out.
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| So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid,
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| They can read all about it, read all about it, oh Nothing to hide
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| Stifle and smother
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| Suffered and cried
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| Strife made me tougher
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| Never mumbled or shy to,
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| The trouble, I’ll rise above all
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| Expectations forget rep
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| Ain’t never begged yet
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| When I wanted to get pence, hustle,
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| To be, I’m exactly what my neck says.
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| Saying I tried to cash in on my Dad’s death,
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| I wanted to vent 'stead I said nothing at all.
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| After all you were never kin to me,
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| Family is something that you never been to me,
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| In fact making it harder for me to see my father
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| Was the only thing that you ever did for me.
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| I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
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| I wanna scream till the words dry out.
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| So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid,
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| They can read all about it, read all about it, oh.
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| As a kid I looked up to you,
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| Only thing was I never saw enough of you.
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| The last thing I said to you was I hated you,
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| I loved you and that’s too late to say to you.
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| Just didn’t know what to do or how to deal with it,
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| Even now deep down I still live it.
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| To think I used to blame me,
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| I wonder what I did to you to make you hate me.
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| I wasn’t even 5, life’s a journey and mine wasn’t an easy ride,
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| You never even got to see me rap,
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| I just wish you woulda reached out,
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| I wish you woulda been round when I been down.
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| I wish that you could see me now,
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| Wherever you are I really hope you find peace.
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| But know that if I ever have kids,
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| Unlike you I’ll never let them be without me.
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| I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
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| I wanna scream till the words dry out.
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| So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid,
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| They can read all about it, read all about it, oh I write songs I can’t listen to Everything I have, I give to you
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| In every one of these lines I sing to you.
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| My job’s more like public service
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| My life just became yours to read and interpret.
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| If you heard it it’d come across a lot different at times
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| I throw fits when I read how they word things.
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| You see me smile
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| Now you’re gonna have to see me hurtin'
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| Cause pretending everything is alright
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| When it ain’t, really isn’t working.
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| I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
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| I wanna scream till the words dry out.
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| So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid,
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| They can read all about it, read all about it, oh I ain’t censoring myself for nobody
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| I’m the only thing I can be,
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| All that is good, all that is bad, all that is, me.
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| I wanna sing, I wanna shout,
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| I wanna scream till the words dry out.
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| So put it in all of the papers, I’m not afraid,
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| They can read all about it, read all about it, oh |