| I never had a problem with drinkin'
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| 'til I ran out of booze
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| Never had a problem with thinking
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| 'til I started watching the news
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| I never had a problem with the rhythm of life
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| Groovin' on down the line
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| Singing my songs on the backbeat baby
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| Swinging along in my own time
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| I’ve paid all of my dues, livin' the life I choose, I got no one to prove
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| I’ve got nothing to loose, got nothing to loose
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| I’ve never had a problem with lying
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| Couldn’t lay straight in bed
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| Never had a problem with faking
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| Crooked as a dog’s hind leg
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| I never had a problem with being the clown
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| Always coping it sweet
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| Making people laugh was my joke baby
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| Didn’t need a wig or big flat feet
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| I’ve paid all of my dues
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| Never wore out my dancing shoes
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| I’ve got nothin' to prove, I’ve got nothing
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| I’ve never had a problem with loosing
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| 'til it was my turn to cry
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| Never had a problem with leaving
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| This is me waving bye bye
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| Never hat a problem with the girlies I’ve known
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| Was just me lovin' my way
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| If they started lovin' me too much baby
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| I’d kiss em and then run away
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| I’ve paid all of my dues, livin' the life I choose
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| I got no more to prove, I got nothing to loose |