| One day, I won’t be insane
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| Won’t play all their foolish games
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| We all need to play
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| For you to get yours and me to get my way
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| Some days, I don’t have the will
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| For another run of the mill kinda day
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| Sparing the change for your hearsay
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| Sayin look what we’ve become
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| Drive me to drink or drive me to get a gun
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| Then I’ll be the chosen one
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| For you break your back on a slip of the tongue
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| Sayin look how far we’ve come
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| Television selling this and that
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| Pretty women say I want to look like that
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| More than willing to pay
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| All of that money, but it still won’t stay
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| Little children, hear your father scream
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| Every action like a puppet on a string
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| The exact same way
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| Lower your mind to fall in the rain
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| Screaming, look how far we’ve come
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| Drive me to drink and buy me another one
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| Then I’ll be the chosen one
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| For you’ll break your back on a slip of the tongue
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| Saying look how far we’ve come
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| Saying look how far we’ve come |