| Don’t wanna find myself homogenized
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| Don’t wanna become the very thing that I despise
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| Don’t want my mommy feedin' me culture with a spoon
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| Don’t wanna end up with as much edge as a balloon
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| Don’t want my ideas polluted by mediocrity
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| Don’t want my sentiments diluted
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| This is important to me
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| I’ve tried to give my best to you
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| But you plugged up your ears
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| And now I just can’t take no more
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| Don’t wanna be another boy next door
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| Don’t wanna pander to the masses anymore
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| Don’t need the whole wide world to love me, don’t wanna win the human race
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| Don’t need my music to be less well known than my face
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| Don’t wanna compromise my out for universal appeal
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| Don’t wanna be mass consumed
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| I’m not a happy meal
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| I’ve tried to give my best to you
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| But you plugged up your ears
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| And now I just can’t take no more
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| I’ve moved out from the sticks
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| Nobody believed in me
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| Had to cut my way up
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| Overcome all kinds of adversity
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| Oh, if you think I need approval
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| From a faceless throng, oh
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| That’s where you’re wrong
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| I’ve tried to give my best to you
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| But you plugged up your ears
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| And now I just can’t take no more
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| I’ve had it up to here
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| (I've had it)
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| (I've had it)
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| I’ve had it up to here |