| You can have anything you could ever be wanting
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| The country will give you your fill
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| I took their advice and I did what they told me
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| Taking my turn as the shill
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| Oh this chip on my shoulder
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| I know it so well, sure as the backs of my hands
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| I try to be gracious, for all its demands
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| As gentle and kind as I can
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| Oh all of them loved me because I was empty
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| And they saw in me something they could feed
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| 'Cause we’re overflowing, recklessly growing
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| And the power comes from the need
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| But for this chip on my shoulder
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| I could have enjoyed their slipperyhoneyed embrace
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| With gifts I would be showered, if I don’t disappoint
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| But I couldn’t keep to my place
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| Oh I spoke to my sisters and the child of a friend
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| But no promises could I keep
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| Stay always emboldened and don’t reach for that crown
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| But it’s a want that goes down so deep
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| Guess I could have had anything
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| But I didn’t want nothing in the end that wasn’t tied down
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| And I don’t think that it matters to me so much as them
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| I’ll tell not a soul what I found |