| Michael’s got everything
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| All that he wants
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| It’s right there before his eyes
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| He’s had it so good for so long
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| That any other way would be despised
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| And I sit back with myself
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| And watch him go by
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| Gracing his presence
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| On someone like me
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| Requests have been always denied
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| Well I guess its better that way
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| I think as I check my pride
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| And I sit back with myself
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| And watch him go by
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| Cuz I’m already in the state I’m in
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| I’m use to the feeling inside
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| But i only feel the way i say for the sake of time
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| I’m cool with the outside
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| I just hate looking inside
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| Mike’s got a soccer ball at his feet
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| Saw grace I can hardly describe
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| There’s opportunity at his door
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| Oh why can’t there be some in mine
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| And sometimes I feel they’re telling me
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| Only worry about yourself
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| And I find no advice on being a me
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| Who only wants to be somebody else
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| And who sits back with himself
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| Watching the world go by
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| See I’m already in the state I’m in
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| I’m used to the feeling inside
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| But I only feel the way I say for the sake of time
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| I’m cool with the outside
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| Oh but sometimes I see what I wanna see
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| I see what I wanna be
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| But the worst part about what i see is
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| It’s not me
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| But I’ll be cool with the outside
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| Cuz I guess I shouldn’t be |