| Talk to myself
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| Talk myself right out of being myself
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| I’m too quick to give you control
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| Someone said, «It's just your age
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| You’re twenty-nine and jaded, it’s just a phase»
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| But I take everything you say home
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| My own worst enemy, I know
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| I’m insecure, it’s getting old
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| Three negronis down, here we go
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| 'Cause I’m a bad bitch
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| Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed
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| I decide what’s wrong or right
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| 'Cause I’m a true motherfucker
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| There ain’t no other
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| Don’t tell me how to live my life
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| 'Cause in the end we always die
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| So let’s not overthink it
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| And me, myself and I
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| We just keep on keeping it on
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| But this is all a paradox
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| I’m trying not to try
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| But I cannot
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| I’m setting myself up to fall
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| I don’t know anything at all
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| I’m insecure, it’s getting old
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| Three negronis down, here we go
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| 'Cause I’m a bad bitch
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| Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed
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| I decide what’s wrong or right
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| 'Cause I’m a true motherfucker
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| There ain’t no other
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| Don’t tell me how to live my life
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| Oh, I’m insecure, it’s getting old
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| Four negronis down, here we go, yeah
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| 'Cause I’m a bad bitch
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| Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed
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| I decide what’s wrong or right
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| Girl, I’m a true motherfucker
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| There ain’t no other
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| Don’t tell me how to live my life |