| I thought that it was us against the world
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| But now it’s me against something so big and abstract
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| That I can’t tell what it is
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| All while you’re out there, grinding on some poor girl
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| Who is backstage at the 6.8 rock fest
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| I thought that you’d be on our side
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| I tuned it out when I heard you shit-talking our friends
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| Well, I wasn’t free-falling, we’re terrified
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| And everyone’s just out to grab what they can get
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| I thought I had a bunch of friends, I guess
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| I just had people pissed at me for shit
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| And the cheaper that the music starts to get
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| It’s like they’re trying to make us cheap along with it
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| I watched you turn into your very opposite
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| Into everything we were trying to reject
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| And I figured you had had enough of it
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| Watching the whole world turn while all you earned was «respect»
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| And look at us; |
| just two dumb country hicks
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| Trying to bum-rush that VIP
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| Up there, out where the beautiful people live
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| But is that ever who we even wanted to be?
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| Do you remember, baby, back in '96?
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| When some record was enough to make you raise your fist?
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| When some singer’d make you sure that you exist?
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| Well, I never thought I’d feel like that again
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| Just let go |