| I saw on the poster
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| My name was printed
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| Just a little bit smaller
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| I can tell you need to stand
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| Just a little bit taller
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| No one ever talks about it
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| But no one can disguise
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| The cloud of competition
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| That’s hanging behind their eyes
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| There’s more bad blood
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| In this bar than there is beer
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| And it’s subtle but it still sucks
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| And I want out of here
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| We got egos like hairdos
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| They’re different every day
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| Depending on how we slept the night before
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| Depending on the demons that are at our door
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| They told me you wanted to play last
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| Every profession has its system of castes
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| So they reverse the order we go on
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| And then you stand at the bar
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| And you talk through my songs
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| We’ve got egos like hairdos
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| They’re different every day
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| Depending on how we slept the night before
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| Depending on the demons that are at our door
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| Everybody loves the underdog
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| But no one wants to be him
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| The press will fatten you up
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| And then they’ll dig their teeth in
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| It’s cool to discover someone
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| It’s hard to support them
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| Everyone is playing life
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| Like it’s some stupid sport
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| We got egos like hairdos
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| They’re different every day
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| Depending on how we slept the night before
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| Depending on the demons that are at our door
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| I got my kitchen stocked
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| I got my door unlocked
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| There’re no demons here
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| And I don’t really care
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| Whose name is printed in bigger type
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| You know I live in a world full of hope
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| Not a world full of hype
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| I ain’t no saint
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| I help myself to what I need
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| But I help other people too
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| Y’know I sleep soundly |