| You, you keeping on screaming from the top of
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| Your lungs, Mr. Who Gives A Shit, just shut up
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| Oh, the podium is all yours, go right ahead
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| The plastic king of castle polyethylene
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| Go on, time to be a good little pig
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| You’re worth it, oh you’re so, so
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| 'Cause when the rug gets pulled out from underneath
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| Just embrace the fall
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| Oh you got spirit, kid
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| You’re number one
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| Go on living that farce
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| Cause nobody gives a fuck who you are
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| You, I’ll never have the chance that you got
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| No, oh, I won’t dwell, I’ll just accept I’ll be forgot… forgotten
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| 'Cause when the rug gets pulled out from underneath
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| Just embrace the fall
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| Oh you got spirit, kid
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| You’re number one
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| Go on living that farce
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| Cause nobody gives a fuck who you are
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| So why are you crying?
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| So why are you crying?
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| When you’ve got the world
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| When you’ve got the world
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| To command
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| 'Cause when the rug gets pulled out from underneath
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| Just embrace the fall
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| Oh you got spirit, kid
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| You’re number one
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| Go on living that farce
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| Cause nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody, no-o-o
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| Nobody gives a fuck
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| Nobody gives
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| Nobody gives a fuck
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| Cause nobody gives a fuck who you are |