| Of all the fake they say it takes to make it
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| Well, I don’t know, man
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| No matter how high you roll
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| You’ll always know you’re just the store brand
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| Pushing against the waves
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| Keelhaul years of the same program
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| Some of the faces change
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| But not the game, and not the tune
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| 'Cause you know how it goes
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| Baby, these feet were made for walking away
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| So why don’t we use them?
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| Living in ditches is all well and good
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| When you get to choose 'em
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| I guess I could say it’s strange
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| But most of me knows who I ain’t fooling
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| So the excuses change
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| But not the game and not the tune
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| 'Cause you know how it goes
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| Darling, don’t you worry
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| It’s not hard to find
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| Goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere
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| Well, down on the corner they still talk about you
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| But say they don’t care
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| Baby you know I bruise
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| But being polite never got me nowhere
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| So it’s to you I move
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| Like stealing light and breathing fresh air
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| Some of my faces change
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| But not my name and not my tune
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| 'Cause you know how it goes
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| Yeah, you know how it goes |