| My nails ain’t manicured
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| My voice ain’t the best you’ve heard
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| And you can choose to hate my words
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| But do I give a fuck?
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| Socks are old and shoes are broke
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| Lungs are tired 'cause they’re filled with smoke
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| Wallet’s empty I’m going broke
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| But I’m still breathing
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| Well I’m not much to look at
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| And I ain’t much to hear
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| But if you think I love you
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| You’ve got the wrong idea
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| Well I’m not much to look at
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| And I ain’t much to hear
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| But if you think I love you
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| You’ve got the wrong idea
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| Yellow teeth fit the sleeping bags
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| Not so good at school but I ain’t bad
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| I’d rather be fucked than sad
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| And that’s a start
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| Lying’s fine if you get what you need
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| You’re confusing love with greed
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| And I won’t, I won’t say please
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| At least not yet
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| Well I’m not much to look at
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| And I ain’t much to hear
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| But if you think I love you
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| You’ve got the wrong idea
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| Well I’m not much to look at
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| And I ain’t much to hear
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| But if you think I love you
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| You’ve got the wrong idea
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| And you’re clinging to conflict
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| And you’re clinging to conflict
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| And you’re clinging to conflict
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| Just let go
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| Just let go
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| And you’re clinging to conflict
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| And you’re clinging to conflict
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| And you’re clinging to conflict
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| Just let go
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| Just let go |