| Naturally some people throw dirt upon my name
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| I got people pretending that sometimes they feel the same
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| And all these people playing games
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| So many people playing games
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| Look, I’ve got no idea what I’ve become
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| Or where I’ve even been
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| I’ve been feeling low, babe
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| I’m miserable as sin
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| And I’m about to knock your door down
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| And you better let me in
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| 'Cause I need to tell you something
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| But where do i begin?
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| Okay, I’m jealous
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| And jealousy seeps out my every pore
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| Not because of someone in particular
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| Just because sometimes I fall short of who I claim to be
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| And surely there’s someone better than me?
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| Queuing up behind me till I fall
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| Waiting in my shoes
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| They would love to be here next to you
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| I know they would, I know it’s true
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| Because I do, I know that I do
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| And babe sometimes I can’t even look at you
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| Because the way they look at you is too similar
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| Man, we’re so familiar
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| I could write your signature
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| Swear I’m like your prisoner
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| Let me make it simpler
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| I’m writing all this literature for you
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| I’m jealous, I’m jealous over you
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| I don’t blame myself but I’m jealous
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| And, I’m jealous |