| I’ve got a funny kind of feeling
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| That you don’t like us no more
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| Ain’t seen you 'round in a long time
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| Didn’t leave your name on the door
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| If you want some rock and roll
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| You’d better shake off your pride, let your heart rule your soul
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| Crying shame when it gets in your way
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| You don’t like us, you don’t like us no more
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| I’m standing up on a mountain
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| I’m looking over the sea
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| I took some songs to them
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| And someone stole things from me
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| It’s a shame when you pay your way
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| And the people don’t understand what you say
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| I had no money and I had no guitar
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| You don’t like us, you don’t like us no more
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| You don’t like us
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| You don’t like us
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| I’ve got a funny kind of feeling
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| That you don’t like us no more
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| Ain’t seen you 'round in a long time
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| Didn’t leave your name on the door
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| If you want some rock and roll
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| You’d better shake off your pride, let your heart rule your soul
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| Crying shame when it gets in your way
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| You don’t like us, you don’t like us no more
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| You don’t like us
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| You don’t like us
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| You don’t like us
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| You don’t like us, like us no more
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| You don’t like us
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| You don’t like us
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| You don’t like us
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| You don’t like us, like us no more |