| Motherfucker come on do or die
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| Turn my life into your pawn
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| You don’t just get a part for being there
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| The least you can do is act appalled
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| Give me the annual
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| Lulled
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| Exit gaze to cease
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| Give me all the things that I could want
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| Then open the door for me to leave
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| Give me that acceptance and take it away from me
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| Oh no
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| Don’t worry about me
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| I’m going to be a-ok
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| I’m going to do anything I want
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| And do it all my own way
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| I’m going to stay in this city
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| With the slums and the losers
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| When all I want to do is back in my bed
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| Forgetting that I ever fucking knew ya
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| Hold me
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| I’m hovering around the edge again
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| Console me
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| I’ve got nothing left but attention
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| Come and get it
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| I was just a little mistake you made back in ‘93
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| Moved on and watched you crumble as
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| I began to plant me feet
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| And it’s sad but I’m glad
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| You got what was coming
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| You got away too long with stolen praise
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| But the truth will find us all
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| I like to watch you stall
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| Oh no
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| Don’t worry about me
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| I’m going to be a-ok
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| I’m going to do anything I want
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| And do it all my own way
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| I’m going to stay in this city
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| With the slums and the losers
|
| All I want to do is back in my bed
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| Forgetting that I fucking knew ya
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| Hold me
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| I’m hovering around the edge again
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| Console me
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| I’ve got nothing left but attention
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| Come and get it
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| My whole life’s been a developing storm
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| Now you get to sit back and watch the downpour
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| Come and get it |