| It’s hard to be living
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| You gotta play the cards you were given
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| You think it’s simple but it goddamn isn’t
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| It’s tougher now than breaking out of Shawshank prison
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| And as you’re hittin your prime
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| People say you been committing a crime
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| But I won’t quit till I’m home
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| I’ll chip the limestone a bit at a time
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| Wait! |
| I’m a pale ass pale middle-class straight white male
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| I won’t have an alibi the day I fail
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| 'Cause if I ever went to jail, Mom would pay my bail
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| In a heartbeat
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| Mom and Dad have given me a lot more than a pat on the back
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| And I gotta thank ‘em for loving me
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| From the moment I was strapped in a Volvo car seat
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| When I needed a pep talk
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| I couldn’t remember to wreck shop
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| Writer’s block, staring at my laptop desktop
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| Or sleeping in my rental in a turnpike rest stop
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| Shit in storage, living from a suitcase
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| Thinking «this is how a silver spoon tastes?»
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| 'Cause you can make a dream possible
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| But it’ll never be easy, no matter what you chase
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| If you wanna poke fun then do so
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| I’ll do it for you, it’s no crime
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| I’m like if the dude from Juno grew a Jewfro and liked to rhyme
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| So tell me that I’m not a rapper
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| Tell Rudolph he can’t pull sleighs
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| Tell pluto it’s not a planet
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| And he’ll probably keep spinning in the same old way
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| On and on, every day
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| Right around the sun, wanna feel the rays
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| You do it ‘cause you love it like nothing else in the universe
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| And fuck it, it’s embedded in your DNA |