| I’ve heard it all before
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| The medicine don’t help no more
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| I’m told between the lines
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| No complaints no misery
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| I’ve sold social security
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| And this is why I’m not surprised, I’m not surprised
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| I can’t deny
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| I’ve seen it all before it’s intuition
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| Don’t ask me how I know but somehow
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| I’ve seen it all before it’s intuition
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| Intuition
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| My patience’s growing sore
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| Your sellout life’s a social whore
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| Selling friendship for a dime
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| I can’t complain sustain the pain
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| In twenty years nothing has really changed
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| And I’m the one to walk this line just one more time
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| I can’t deny
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| I’ve seen it all before it’s intuition
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| Don’t ask me how I know but somehow
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| I’ve seen it all before it’s intuition
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| Intuition
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| Pictures with no frames they’re leaving my mind
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| I’ve seen it all before it’s intuition
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| Don’t ask me how I know but somehow
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| I’ve seen it all before it’s intuition
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| Intuition
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| I’ve seen it all before intuition
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| Don’t ask me how I know but somehow
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| I’ve seen it all before it’s intuition
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| Intuition |