| You don’t see me when I’m
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| Trying to do right
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| Maybe you can see me now
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| When I was walking
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| Patting my feet on the pavement
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| Really, truly trying to find a gig
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| Did you stand up and speak
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| Out in my favor?
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| Cold desperation
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| She’s a devil in bed
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| Scratching till my bones are bare
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| Pill and needles are all I’ve left to savor
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| We were walking and
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| I told you of how my shoes
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| Of how my shoes were wearing thin
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| You took your surplus and
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| Traded for a favor
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| Now I’m demented and I’m
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| Burned unto a cinder
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| Forty hours buys a grocery
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| Bag for trash
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| I took my pistol and I made
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| Myself a sinner
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| Will this universe be merciful at last?
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| You don’t see me
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| You don’t see me
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| I get so tired of trying to
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| Attract your attention
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| It has occurred to me that
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| You don’t see me
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| You should go ahead
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| I’m a-gonna-go-ahead
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| I know you’re going to ahead
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| You’re going to do what
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| You’re going to do
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| I know, see, I see you, I watch you
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| You take the money and run
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| You take groceries and run, too
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| Don’t leave nothing left for me
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| You’re running and hiding
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| And ducking and hiding
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| And running and hiding and
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| I can’t find you nowhere
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| I’ll beat your mama
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| I’ll beat your daddy
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| I’ll go to jail
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| It don’t make no mothafugging
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| Difference what happens to me
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| Going to be there in my
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| Own time, in my own way
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| Cause you don’t see me
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| You don’t see me
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| I’m, I’m in your mirror |