| Sorry I couldn’t be there, I was tied to a rocking chair
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| I was beat down to a pulp rocking back and forth somewhere
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| If you knew, if you saw, you’d decide it was the final straw
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| That my life was bound and tethered on a porch by the shore
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| But there is no, no, no, no, no easy way to tell them so, the things you know
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| And run, run, run, run, run when they say they think they know exactly so
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| Am I the only one who sees this fight?
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| What are we? |
| Who are they?
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| Who says those bastards don’t deserve to pay?
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| Well it’s the numbers, it’s the numbers, we don’t stand a chance
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| So long as they’re around, you’re just another song and dance
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| It’s not fair, it’s not fair
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| Still I’m the only one who seems to care
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| It’s funny being funny makes you feel like up and running
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| When your past lingers like rain clouds, casting shadows below
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| I could live with so many burdens, I’ll take all your hope and yearning
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| But there’s no way I don’t take me for their petty little woes
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| I used to glow, glow, glow, glow once I had a love to show, a love they know
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| They’re slow, slow, slow, slow so slow that they never know where I go
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| It’s not right, it’s not right
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| Am I the only one who sees this fight?
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| What are we? |
| Who are they?
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| Who says those bastards don’t deserve to pay?
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| Well it’s the numbers, it’s the numbers, we don’t stand a chance
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| So long as they’re around, you’re just another song and dance
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| It’s not fair, it’s not fair
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| Still I’m the only one who seems to care
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| I know that it’s only something
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| I’m just working with what I’ve been given
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| It’s not my fault, I’m happy
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| Don’t call me crazy, I’m happy |