| What you got is what you make it
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| What you got
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| What you got is what you make it
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| What you got is what you make it
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| Totally fried, totally cooked
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| Totally fried and fucked up
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| Been fourteen days and there’s been no let up
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| And there’s no one here to pull my plug
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| Now I’m gonna stop when I’m on my back
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| I’m gonna stop when I collapse
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| Oh, inside feels like a maze
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| Outside, it’s all a haze
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| Man, I’m a greedy mess
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| Must be those feeders
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| Said I’m gonna clean up
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| Man, gotta clean up
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| What you got is what you make it
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| What you got is what you make it
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| What we have never seems to be enough
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| You just gotta learn to fake it (Sha', shoo)
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| So I jump on a plane and I crash a car
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| And I try to sleep with all the stars
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| And all the other fakers were spick and span
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| They came with their own insurance plans
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| Well, I’m gonna stop when I’m on my back
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| I’m gonna stop when I collapse
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| Been twenty-one days and there’s been no let up
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| And there’s no home I can call my own
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| Ah, greedy mess, must be the feeders
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| Said I’m gonna clean up
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| Man, gotta clean up
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| What you got is what you make it
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| What you got is what you make it
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| You can sit down, you can beat yourself up
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| But you know what you should be thinking?
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| What you got is what you make it
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| What you got is what you make it
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| And what we have is what we make it
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| You just gotta learn to fake it
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| Oh, come on, come on
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| (What you got is what you make it
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| What you got is what you make it)
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| Come on, come on, come on, come on
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| (What you got is what you make it)
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| You just gotta learn to fake it |