| You point your finger like you’d point a loaded gun
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| You pull the trigger and another war is won
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| You take no prisoners and I’m no exception
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| If I am not your enemy than what have I become?
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| You say something like it’s nothing
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| I start running like something is coming at me
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| I take cover because I know it’s a bummer
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| It’s like we pushed the button and we hit repeat
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| You don’t own me
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| But you owe me
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| I’m not going down without a fight
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| You make a joke
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| It makes a fool of me
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| I blow it off
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| I turn the other cheek
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| If comedy is tragedy, timing is key
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| And what you think is bending is breaking me
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| You start trouble, I see double
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| So the rebuttal begins and I’ll accept no defeat
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| You think I’m bluffing while you’re huffing and puffing
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| But it’s hot as an oven and you can’t take the heat
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| You don’t own me
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| But you owe me
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| I’m not going down without a fight
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| Round and round and round and round we go
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| Back and forth, it’s all we’ve ever known
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| It’s a place we know way too well
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| It’s a miracle we lived to tell
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| Neither one of us had a chance in hell
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| No, neither one of us had a chance in hell
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| You don’t own me
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| But you owe me
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| I’m not going down without a fight
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| You don’t own me
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| But you owe me
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| I’m not going down without a fight |