| You’ve pulled a few strings,
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| Stolen my ideas
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| Taken my kindness for granted,
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| You’re not worth all the tears
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| I see you’re slipping stitches,
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| Your setup so passé
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| It’s an easy victory for me
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| When your work’s so cliché
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| Nobody stands a chance here in my way
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| Is it so wrong to be selfish for a change?
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| Nobody stands a chance here in my way
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| Is it so wrong to be selfish today?
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| Cut the cord
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| Mark the pins
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| You’re not bad at darning, darling
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| But that doesn’t mean anything
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| Cut the cord,
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| And mark the pins,
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| You’re not bad at what you do,
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| But that doesn’t mean a thing
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| Seamless needlework
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| Tailoring the perfect trim
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| I’ve got so much work to do,
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| Where on earth do I begin?
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| Fearless infantry
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| Stand behind me in my stride
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| Stopping’s not an option
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| When your goals are anything like mine
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| You’ve put up a fight,
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| Tearing at the inseam
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| Watching everything falling apart
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| Won’t keep me from my dream |