| I’m sorry you don’t know who you are
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| You can try to take it out on me
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| You find it easier to speak to children
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| But baby I’m twenty-three
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| I see the vices that are running your life
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| Because you’ve given up on being good
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| I’m not naive because I’m staying true to myself
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| You’re cold because you know you should
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| So where’s your contract?
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| Do it for the art while you’ve been doing it all for the fame
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| So where’s your contract?
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| Trade away your dignity and hope that we’ll all do the same?
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| So where’s your contract?
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| Manage your dcay by using youth with more creative brains
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| So whre’s your contract?
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| Maximum hours, for minimum wage
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, no it’s not okay
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| I’m sorry I can’t help how I feel
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| I don’t want it bottled up like you
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| 'Til I feel another person
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| Growing old inside
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| Waiting for this girl to die
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| I would never survive
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| I would never survive if I had to do things that you do
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| Just to make some green and blue
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| So where’s your contract?
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| Do it for the art while you’ve been doing it all for the fame
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| So where’s your contract?
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| Trade away your dignity and hope that we’ll all do the same?
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| So where’s your contract?
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| Manage your decay by using youth with more creative brains
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| So where’s your contract?
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| Maximum hours, for minimum wage
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, no it’s not okay
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| And I can see
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| You’re making cash hand over fist from me
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| Can I get the same?
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| Working hard just for them to forget my name
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| In the dark each day
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| Cause you’re afraid of all the shit that I might just say
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| If you let me out
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| Cause I know too well what you’re about
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| I don’t need you, you need me
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| I don’t want your hand to feed me
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| Tired of being so obedient
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| To something so damn seedy |