| Where are you now?
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| And I’ve been checking out
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| All the places that you might be at
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| Well, this is my town
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| Word gets around
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| And I don’t think you have a hideout
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| This life’s a tune
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| We know the moves
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| But you’ve been working with two left feet
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| So, what are you waiting for?
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| Who knows anymore?
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| I think your best days have come and gone
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| I swear
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| I don’t really wanna talk it out
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| This life is a battle ground
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| Who really wants to hear the sound
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| That comes out of your mouth?
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| Every now and then
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| You show up again
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| Talking of how all is forgiven
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| Well mine’s a Jameson
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| And I’ll be patient
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| Blocking all that you’re saying
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| All you’ve heard before
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| 'Cause I, I’ve gotta know
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| I swear
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| I don’t really wanna talk it out
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| This life is a battle ground
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| Who really wants to hear the sound that comes
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| I swear
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| I don’t really wanna talk it out
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| This life is a battle ground
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| Who really wants to hear the sound
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| That comes out of your mouth?
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| I swear
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| I don’t really wanna talk it out
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| This life is a battle ground
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| Who really wants to hear the sound that comes
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| And I swear
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| Swear
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| Swear
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| You don’t own me
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| Swear
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| Swear
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| Swear
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| That you don’t own me |