| I’m right here
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| And I heard everything you said
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| Those things
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| To try to get inside my head
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| Is full
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| Now there’s no room in here
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| For you
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| You can’t teach me the lesson
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| Now I know
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| I don’t need you to tell me
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| How it’s done cause I know how it’s done
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| See all the accolades, sitting up on my shelf
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| I’m the man now, and I’m sticking it to myself
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| Sticking it to myself
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| Sticking it to my-
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| Self-control
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| That’s not the only thing I lack
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| A plan
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| Just my own gun against my
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| Back down now and let this hostage
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| Go away
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| I’m trying to figure something
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| Makes me feel
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| Like I’d do anything it takes to be
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| A fucking winner now
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| You don’t look interested in what I just said
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| If you’re not listening then don’t nod your head
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| I thought so
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| That’s what I thought that
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| Someday soon
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| This job is gonna kill me
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| Dead inside
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| Unless I kill it first instead
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| And when they come for me I’m gone
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| There’s just the accolades, sitting up on my shelf
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| I’m the man now, and I’m sticking it to myself
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| Sticking it to myself
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| Sticking it to myself |