| There goes Todd
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| Yipes!
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| Rolling on 10, 11
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| There ain’t a man alive today
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| Who doesn’t want to have the world in his hand
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| And everything to go his way
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| And abuse what he don’t understand
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| Some people never can be satisfied
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| 'Less they push somebody else around
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| But I can’t give no aid or take no side
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| I just watch them drag each other down because
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| Some folks is even whiter than me
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| Some folks is even blacker than me
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| I got myself caught in the middle somewhere
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| And that’s just where I want to be
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| I’m talking 'bout the outside
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| Talking 'bout your inside too
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| I’m talking 'bout the outside
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| Talking 'bout your inside, talkin' 'bout your inside too
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| I spent a lot of time alone
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| And when I’m gone you won’t remember my name
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| But I ain’t never been nobody’s boss but my own
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| And I hope that you can say the same
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| And I feel just like everyone around
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| I like so sing my songs of change like a crooner
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| But if we was all to live another mile uptown
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| I think we’d like to get it changed a whole lot sooner
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| Some folks is even whiter than me
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| Some folks is even blacker than me
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| I got myself caught in the middle somewhere
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| And I don’t know where I want to be
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| I’m talking 'bout the outside
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| Talking 'bout your inside too
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| I’m talking 'bout your outside
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| Talking 'bout your inside too |