| You say, you’ve got all you’d ever want
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| Then how come you’re
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| Demanding everything
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| A little more from everyone
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| You’re always
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| Turning all my rights to wrongs
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| With the bitter words you’re whispering
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| I see we’ve come undone, well
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| There’s something wrong about it
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| Your life’s too over crowded
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| I’m tired of giving it all
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| And taking the fall, I Guess
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| I’m wasting your time, baby
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| If something within you
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| Can’t be satisfied
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| Then Get up, Get out, Give In, oh if
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| I’m cramping your style, lately
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| If something is greener on the other side
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| Then go on, and have
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| The time of your life
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| Shameful, always treated me the same
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| Twisting every little circumstance
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| In to your gain
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| Resentful, gone too far to give a damn
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| All those things that did belong to me
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| Keep 'em like you planned, well
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| There’s no two ways about it
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| My life’s too short for shouting
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| I’m tired of giving it all
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| And taking the fall, I guess
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| Ain’t no reason in me holding you down
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| So move on baby, and someone else
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| Proud, because…
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| The time of your life
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| The time of your life
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| The time of your life
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| The time of your life
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| There’s no two ways about it
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| My life’s too short for shouting
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| I’m tired of giving it all
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| And taking the fall, I guess |