| You’ll live more life without anxiety ridden hidden pain
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| Gotta get in, gotta get out, gotta get what’s coming back to you
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| It’s time to reinvent, 'cuz what you got is all whacked
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| And in an alcoholic driven car, you know you drive yourself mad
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| Just like you frightened away the only love that you had
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| You’re so green to confidence
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| You’re so blue to happiness
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| You’re so on my nerves, you dumb silly bitch
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| It’s time for you to stand up and say, damn, I just want to be heard!
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| (At 33 1/3!)
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| Welcome to the revelation revolution, my friend
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| You’ve got the best advice around (But do you follow it?)
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| Got your two-cents to buy the world (But your short some)
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| Got a gift, got a back, got so many goddamn people watching you
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| But you’re so saddy-wad, you make me so sick…
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| Don’t let them see you cry
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| Don’t let them watch you fall
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| If you’re supposed to be the rock
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| Then you’re supposed to cover it all
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| Welcome to the revelation revolution, my friend |