| Well, i forget when i began
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| Oh, swimming in the sand
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| I guess it hit me with a man is just a man
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| So i tried to get some truth
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| Outta these clothes that i outgrew
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| I cut my way to the back of the line, and i found you
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| But i know you don’t see me like before
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| But you’ll never catch me walkin' out that door
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| And i’ve been living here for years
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| But there’s a stranger in the mirror
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| Well, it’s a rat race baby, making money off of what we feared
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| And to the kids who have some words
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| About my friends or about her
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| Why don’t you step out of the ghetto, say exactly what you learn
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| 'cause we ain’t taking their shit anymore
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| That’s why you’ll never catch me walkin' out that door
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| I wanted to be all the things that you adore
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| I wanted you to see your change
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| But i ain’t them
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| And i know that
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| Well, you ain’t leaving me behind
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| Well, i should step up to the plate
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| Instead of sleep away my days
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| Dreamin' 'bout a time that’s long since gone by
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| Here i go again
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| Isolating all my friends
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| Inviting people to my party, but not letting anyone in
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| And it doesn’t seem like it’s worth fighting for
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| So grab your bullshit, i’m showin' you that door |