| Got to get out more
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| Get in the place
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| Got to work out more
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| And sort out my face
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| I’ve got all the zines that tell me what to eat
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| And I’m tired of being told what to wear on my feet
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| And I don’t have the time to get all worked up
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| About the year on the street
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| And it’s not my fault, I can find my way
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| Yeah it’s not my fault, there goes another day
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| I’ve been here too long, do I have to change
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| Into what it takes
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| To make it number one?
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| I feel out of favor
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| I don’t look like a picture
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| You think I’m a loser
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| But I can see through you
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| You’re running around like you’re running the country
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| I know that you think that you’ve got one on me
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| Ear to the ground, like the boy about town
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| Can’t get nothing to fit me
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| And it’s not my fault, I can find my way
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| Yeah it’s not my fault, there goes another day
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| I’ve been here too long, do I have to change
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| Into what it takes
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| To make it number one?
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| Got a call from an old friend, used to be real close
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| Said he couldn’t go on the American way
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| Sold his house, sold his car
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| Bought a ticket to the West Coast
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| Now he gives 'em a stand-up routine in L. A |