| You were always cunning like the game you’d play
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| As your mindless kindless friends would say
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| You got what you wanted but not what you needed
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| No matter how hard you pleaded
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| Your eighteen and you know it all
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| So how in the hell could you ever fall
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| For such a thoughtless gutless fool
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| Who taught you about drugs and kept you out of school
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| Isn’t that right
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| I am right
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| I am right
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| I am right
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| No one no one is gonna tell me otherwise
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| No one no one is gonna fill this boy with lies
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| The trash can jazzman really really was a has been
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| Though you laid him down like he was the last man
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| Through your family never took it calmly
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| When they pulled the covers you were in jeopardy
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| With your back in a brace you arms in a sling
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| You doctor saying haven’t you had your fling
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| Well you have all your time to the protest line
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| But what did you get from screaming screaming screaming
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| I am right I am right
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| I am right I am right
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| No one no one is gonna tell me otherwise
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| No one no one is gonna fill this boy with lies
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| So forth and so forth you really had a cold heart
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| Once on your knees you weren’t such a bad sport
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| You started crying when they caught you lying
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| No one ever said you weren’t trying
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| With your mind on the freeway your mouth on a cliché
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| You walked in the party talking like a D.J.
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| You had your rations of middle class fashions
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| I am right I am right
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| I am right I am right
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| No one no one is gonna tell me otherwise
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| No one no one is gonna fill this boy with lies |