| Everything used to be so good then
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| Now it seems like you’re mad at my footprints
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| I’m only trying to scribble in the book, man
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| It’s not my fault that y’all couldn’t
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| You must have a lot of free time
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| Otherwise why are you trying to see mine
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| Strain your neck, let the blame project
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| But don’t give yourself the same respect
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| So independent but undependable
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| We’re all getting old, now take a mental note
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| And stop being so covetous
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| The crime is the punishment
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| Now run and get a sliver of dignity
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| You ain’t gotta be a figure of misery
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| You don’t want to be a victim to victory
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| Listening to a bitter sweet symphony
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| You’re so bitter
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| You’re cold as a river in the winter
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| This one is to recognize you
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| Your jealousy needs an anthem too
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| You’re so bitter
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| You’re cold as a river in the winter
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| This one is to recognize you
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| And all of these dreams that can’t come true
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| We used to get up in Uptown
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| Then we hit the highway to run around
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| Came home everybody wanna judge now
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| Don’t let them see you celebrate your touchdown
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| Keep clutching those grudges
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| Don’t budge if no budget
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| The old puppets show love in public
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| But behind the back can’t trust it
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| Disgusted, repugnant
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| Insulted, repulsive
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| Discouraged, rejection
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| No protection from your own reflection
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| Chip on your shoulder big as a boulder
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| Insecurities a slippery slope
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| Got ya looking around for the sympathy vote
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| Anything to give a little glimmer of hope
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| Treat love like a limited resource
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| Fight for it like there’s never gonna be more
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| On the rooftop talk to the spaceships
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| Like you’ve got 2Pac locked in the basement
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| Get the bag, make the get away exit
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| You get mad like your middle name desperate
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| No net, better not get left back
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| Yeah, you should probably protect that
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| I’m trying to keep it simple, teeth to the nipple
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| Beat my chisel, leave my initials
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| Fly so far when you follow the signals
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| Sky full of stars and all of them wishful
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| Not only are we bitter but we’re brittle
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| The world’s getting small, and everybody’s little
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| Go roll your eyeballs, toot your own whistle
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| Don’t ever stop waiting for the window |