| I know, you know
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| Something’s gotta break
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| If this shit don’t come to a halt
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| There’s not much more I can take
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| Wheels are spinning, lawyers are grinning
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| To see what I’m gonna do
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| Minds arranging, I’m tired of changin'
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| Something’s gotta pull me through
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| Club owners say, «Didn't make your pay
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| I think we must got took»
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| Don’t fuck with me, I’m glad to see
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| You’re smarter than you look
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| No vacancy, no vacancy, everywhere I stop
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| When you see me doing, 83 in a 55
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| I might kill a cop
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| 'Cause I’m
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| Climbin' the walls standin' on the edge
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| Climbin' the walls insanity’s the ledge
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| Climbin' the walls till I can’t catch my breath
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| Climbin' the walls I’m gettin' closer to death
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| I ain’t got no money and that ain’t funny
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| Check is in the mail
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| Agents are barkin', the fire ain’t sparkin'
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| And I’m livin' in a private hell
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| People say you gotta pay
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| To play in a winners game
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| Well I am me, a lunatics friend
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| And nothing else stays the same
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| 'Cause I’m
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| Climbin' the walls standin' on the edge
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| Climbin' the walls insanity’s the ledge
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| Climbin' the walls till I can’t catch my breath
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| Climbin' the walls I’m gettin' closer to death |