| Na-na, oh, na-na
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| Oh, na-na-na-na-na
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| One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
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| One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home
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| One man’s walls might feel like a prison
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| Some live dying but I’m dying to live it
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| Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I’m gettin' in 'em
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| Don’t judge a book by its cover, 'cause people look different
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| Don’t shut 'em down, you never know what you’re missin'
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| Some people fight love, some love fightin'
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| Some lay with the lambs and some roar with the lions
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| What floats your boat might sink mine
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| And what makes me smile might make you cry
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| You might get low, I might stay high
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| To each their own, ain’t that right?
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| One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
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| One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home (Tryna stay home)
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| One man’s walls might feel like a prison
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| Some live dying but I’m dying to live it (Dying to live it)
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| Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I’m gettin' in 'em
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| Na-na, oh, na-na
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| Oh, na-na-na-na-na
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| Some people ballroom dancin', some people twerkin'
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| Some work on trash like a Kardas-trophe surgeon
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| Some mountain don’t, some mountain do
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| Some love their monkeys, some have 'em removed
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| What floats your boat might sink mine
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| And what makes me smile might make you cry
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| You might get low, I might stay high
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| To each their own, ain’t that right?
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| One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
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| One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home (Tryna stay home)
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| One man’s walls might feel like a prison
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| Some live dying but I’m dying to live it (Dying to live it)
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| Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I’m gettin' in 'em
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| Na-na, oh, na-na
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| Oh, na-na-na-na-na
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| Na-na, oh, na-na
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| Oh, na-na-na-na-na
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| Na-na, oh, na-na
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| Oh, na-na, oh, na-na
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| Oh, na-na, oh, na-na
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| Oh, na-na-na-na-na
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| What floats your boat might sink mine
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| And what makes me smile might make you cry
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| You might get low, I might stay high
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| To each their own, ain’t that right?
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| One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
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| One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home (Tryna stay home)
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| One man’s walls might feel like a prison
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| Some live dying but I’m dying to live it (Dying to live it)
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| Some folks are stayin' out of the woods, and I’m gettin' in 'em |