| Look me in the fuckin' eye
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| Tell me to my fuckin' face
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| Look me in the fuckin' eye
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| Same old, same old, that’s why you fucking need us here
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| Too many oxygen thieves and we the breath of fresh air
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| Offended your conformist sensibility, I’m sorry
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| But we don’t need your help and we ain’t goin' mother fuckin' nowhere
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| Paid my dues you can keep the change
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| Read the chapter and turned the page
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| So sick and tired of the same old shit
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| Gotta flip the script because I can’t resist
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| Better part of ten years spent on tours
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| Livin' in vans, sleeping on floors
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| Home’s where the heart is, love this no doubt
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| So don’t try to tell me what this shit’s about
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| Cause I paid my dues you can keep the change
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| Read the chapter and turned the page
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| So sick and tired of the same old shit
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| Gotta flip the script cause I can’t resist
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| Gotta flip the script cause I can’t resist
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| Gotta flip the script cause I can’t resist
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| And we ain’t goin' mother fuckin' nowhere
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| Look me in the fuckin' eye
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| Tell me to my fuckin' face
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| Look me in the fuckin' eye
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| Tell me to my fuckin' face
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| Look me in the fuckin' eye |