| I don’t like antiques, I want something new
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| The world don’t like no freaks coming in their rooms
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| But this beggar’s got a right to choose
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| I’m not a stranger, I’m just like you
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| I need love, I don’t need money
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| After all these years, baby, I’m still running
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| Who’s gonna say my want is not a need?
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| I get looks that get so dirty
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| After all these years, baby, it’s still hurting
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| Who’s gonna say my want is not a need?
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| Just want my piece of the American pie
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| Got your slice, where is mine?
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| Lick my fingers on this thing called life
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| Just a piece of the American pie
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| Break the chains of old beliefs
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| I’m the flame that you can’t unsee
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| I don’t like antiques, I want something new
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| I got my dignity, gonna live my truth
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| Like the Southern smile I just can’t lose
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| Let my light sweep across the room
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| You may laugh but it’s not funny
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| That’s the thing that keeps me coming
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| Who’s gonna say my want is not a need?
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| All those looks that get so dirty
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| Lets me know that they’re still learning
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| Who’s gonna say my want is not a need? |
| Just want my piece of the American pie
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| You got your slice, where is mine?
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| Lick my fingers on this thing called life
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| Just a piece of the American pie
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| Break the chains of old beliefs
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| I’m the flame that you can’t unsee
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| Whoa
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| Where is my piece?
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| Just want my piece of the American pie
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| You got your slice, where is mine?
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| Lick my fingers on this thing called life
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| Just a piece of the American pie
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| Break the chains of old beliefs
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| I’m the flame that you can’t unsee
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| Whoa
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| Want it, want it, want it, yeah
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| I want my piece, you got your piece, I want my piece
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| Whoa |