| You get a lot of that now
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| You get a lot of that nowadays
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| People putting you down
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| Busy sucking on sour grapes
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| They oughta know by now
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| Can’t they get through their heads
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| I am not what they think I am
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| They oughta know by now
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| Can’t they get it through their heads
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| I am not what they think?
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| Even though their sights are low
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| I’m keeping my aim high
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| Let them go
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| Run your own show
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| And keep your powder dry
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| They say it takes all kind
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| But to me it seems such a waste
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| 'cos it’s the bitterest kind of wine
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| I don’t know how they can stand it’s taste
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| They oughta know by now
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| I ain’t gonna jump through hoops
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| Just to please anyone
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| Even though their sights are low
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| I’m keeping my aim high
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| They don’t know their eyes are closed
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| But mine are open wide
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| Yeah. |
| Oh, yeah
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| They oughta know by now
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| I ain’t gonna lose much sleep
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| When they’ll wake up to themselves
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| They oughta know by now
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| I ain’t gonna lose much sleep
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| When they’ll wake up
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| When will they wake up?
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| Even though their sights are low
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| I’m keeping my aim high
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| Let them go
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| Run your own show
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| And keep your powder dry |