| We went to school wrapped up in cotton wool
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| Dreaming 'bout the day I’d leave
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| I couldn’t wait to get out, I couldn’t wait to lay it out
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| All of those bad memories
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| Maybe I should mention I could never pay attention
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| To all those educated fools
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| Got to do it my way, forgettin' what they all say
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| Makin' up my own kind of rules
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Working behind the desk at the local NEB
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| Worrying about my shirt and tie
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| Yeah, you had to be clean and you had to make it’s scene
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| So’s the public wouldn’t blink an eye
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| In walks the boss, still carrying his cross
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| Saying ‽You'd better get it right or elseâ€
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| Yeah, I had enough of it, me, I’d rather rough it
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| I’m just gonna please myself
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| You’ve been walking on a fine line
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| Don’t mess around with your mind
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| You know they played it mean and cruel
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| You got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say
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| Makin' up your own kind of rules
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| Got to do it your way, forgettin' what they all say
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| Makin' up your own kind of rules
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| Makin' up your own kind of rules
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah |