| Someday they’ll write a book about you
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| Because you’re so selfish it’s funny
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| So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde
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| Of you, you, you
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| So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde
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| Of you, you, you
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| Yeah, I’d love you
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| But you love yourself
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| And you’d love me
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| But I love myself
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| So tense are these nerves in any instance
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| Teeth snap and a toe taps the dirt
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| Cry like a baby and see if then maybe the others will cherish your hurt
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| Never you see a cry or a plea
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| Consider another or first
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| Know this is your world
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| The harsh words you have hurled
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| Recall you are the one in need worse
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| Yeah, I’d love you
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| But you love yourself
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| And you’d love me
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| But I love myself
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| Yeah, I’d love you
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| But you love yourself
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| And we’d serve you
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| But we serve ourselves
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| Ignoring you, I dance, oh I do
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| Through magnificent realms, quite divine
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| Stopping to see my face smiling at me
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| For this is my life and my time
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| Yeah, I’d love you
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| But you love yourself
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| And you’d love me
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| But I love myself
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| Yeah, I’d love you
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| But you love yourself
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| And we’d serve you
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| But we serve ourselves
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| What an arduous task, it proves such a feat
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| To be only one of a kind
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| Though the scenery slips through the spaces we meet
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| Press forward and leave me behind
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| What an arduous task, it proves such a feat
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| To be only one of a kind
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| Though the scenery slips through the spaces we meet
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| Press forward and leave me behind
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| What a child you are, for you look just like me
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| Looking out for number one, I’m all that I have and all that I see
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| Saved by the grace of the Son
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| So shall we deny?
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| And rot as we die?
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| As I write a book about me
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| My noble wealth of serving myself
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| I am so selfish it’s funny |