| I can see it in their eyes
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| They wanna take me to one side
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| To fight me down to my knees
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| Until I’m beggin' for some mercy, please
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| They seem so much like friends, so
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| Why must they always pretend to be
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| Something they’re not
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| Something they’re not
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| And these opinions of these hip hop stars
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| Talkin' 'bout their money and all their women and their cars
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| Yeah but I won’t stand for that fickle life no more
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| I can’t stand it
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| Oh, I’m gettin' off my knees
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| Oh, our ignorance is spreadin' this disease
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| Oh, I’m gettin' off my knees
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| And I can see you in their souls
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| 'Cause they probably like to be consoled
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| By someone who didn’t care
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| Someone who they could bear to
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| Tell all, what they’d done
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| Who they’ve seen and what they’ve shown
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| But I can’t stand that fickle life no more
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| I can’t stand it
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| Oh, I’m gettin' off my knees
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| Our ignorance is spreadin' this disease
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| Oh, I’m gettin' off my knees
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| So, I’m gettin' off my knees
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| And our ignorance is spreadin' this disease
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| So, I’m gettin' off my knees |