| Gettin' tired of looking over my shoulder
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| Tired of walkin' around alone
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| Gettin' used to myself gettin' older
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| But not accustomed to getting' spit on
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| I’ve been takin' too much lately
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| And myself not takin' my share
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| So watch out steppin' stone walkin' over me
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| People I’ve had it up to here
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| Spent my whole life lookin' back
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| Not lookin' ahead to see
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| Trying to keep my feet on track
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| Doin' what was expected of me
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| Kick my shoes off so they can’t trace me
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| Leave no forwarding address
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| Before they all drive me crazy
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| And I leave 'em all in a bloody mess
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| I’ve gotta ride
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| Fly high
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| Everybody gonna eat my dust
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| I gotta move so I won’t rust
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| Got me a one way ticket to the other side
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| And I gotta ride
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| Maybe folks will think I’m dead
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| Maybe even change my name
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| Maybe they’ll forget about me
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| Forget that I ever came
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| I’ll come back one day just watch me
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| Back when I think I deserve
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| You know they’re all gonna drive me
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| Yeah they’re gonna drive me to a ball of nerves
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| (Repeat Chorus)
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