| This is for those inbetweeners
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| Who don’t follow no one, follow no leaders
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| Follow no trend or the sheep that are led
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| Follow no fool, never fall in step
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| I am not another voice in the choir
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| Kicking out jams or the party line
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| No I am not your poster child
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| Do my own thing in my own damn style
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| I would never assume to talk
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| On the behalf of anybody but myself
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| When I see anybody on a soapbox
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| All I hear are the warning bells
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| And even if we’re on the same side
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| I don’t follow blind, I am not that guy
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| And those pigeon holes are only made
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| To hold the kind of bird that’s afraid to fly
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| They say, say, say I’m good
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| I’m rocking like I should
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| I’m doing thing, thing, thing, thing
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| Thing, things you only wish you could
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| You only wish you could
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| You only, only, only, only ever wish you could
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| This morning on the internet
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| I discovered our destruction’s imminent
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| So we all get to act uninhibited
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| Take two of these and relax with a cigarette
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| Aw naw, here come the idiots, the oblivious
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| And the militant bigots and affiliates
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| Scares of the boats and they gays and the blacks
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| Pulling quotes from Leviticus
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| Here come the cause and effect of a country
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| Caught up in patriotic bullshit
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| And I don’t fit and I don’t care
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| I’m a square peg in a round role here
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| In the cross hairs I’m a bit weird
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| And it’s not fair and it’s not clear
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| So the whingers whinge and I cringe inside
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| When they simplify things that are complex
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| They say, say, say I’m good
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| I’m rocking like I should
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| I’m doing thing, thing, thing, thing
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| Thing, things you only wish you could
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| You only wish you could
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| You only, only, only, only ever wish you could
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| They say, say, say I’m good
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| I’m rocking like I should
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| I’m doing thing, thing, thing, thing
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| Thing, things you only wish you could
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| It ain’t my fault, I got no love
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| I’m at a pub complaining how this country sucks
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| I’m an oddball, on the wrong team
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| All my friends are out of step with the mainstream
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| And the nightmare is in full swing
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| And the right-wing fucking up the whole thing
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| And it might be this stifling frightening feeling
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| Is really only felt on the fringes
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| But I doubt it, I re-rout it
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| Dope with a beat I need to speak about it
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| For the kids of the Labor left
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| Who got a bone to pic, we didn’t vote for that fuckstick
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| I don’t dig the kid, I don’t kick the kid
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| I don’t think it’d change if you made the switch
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| I don’t dig the kid, I don’t kick the kid
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| I don’t think it’d change if you made the switch
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| I don’t dig the kid, I don’t kick the kid
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| I don’t think it’d change if you made the switch
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| I don’t buy the bullshit dreams
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| Of an aspirationalist modern Australia |