| I pay attention like taxes to what they say matters
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| Will I ever have a life of my own?
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| I’m throwing fits like daggers
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| Caged and I’m rabid, but they’re never gonna let me go
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| whoah
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| I play this game and when I think that I’ve won
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| Then whoah, there’s a hoop waiting on me, waiting on me
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| Then whoah, there’s a hoop waiting on me, waiting on me.
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| Yeah!
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| These ball and chain expectations, feign like they’re weightless
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| Till I agree to put them on
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| This suburban agenda sets fire to my temper
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| And I’m just trying not to let it blow, oooh!
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| I play this game and when I think that I’ve won
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| Then whoah, there’s a hoop waiting on me, waiting on me.
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| Then whoah, there’s a hoop waiting on me, waiting on me.
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| There’s no end to these hoops that I jump through for you.
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| There’s no end to these hoops that I jump through for you.
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| Then whoah, there’s a hoop waiting on me, waiting on me.
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| Then whoah, there’s a hoop waiting on me, waiting on me.
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| Yeah… |