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Fire up the batmobile, 'cause I gotta get outta here |
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I don't speak the language |
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And you gave me no real choice |
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You gave me no real choice |
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You made me see that my behavior was an opinion |
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So fire up the batmobile, 'cause I gotta get outta here |
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It's the mouth of the gift horse, I know |
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But I gave it my best shot |
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I gave it my best shot |
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I gave you the performance of a lifetime |
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So I hope you all will see |
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There just isn't a place here for me |
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I look around and feel like somebody must be fucking with me |
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I just can't take any of you seriously |
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And I can't keep keeping myself company |
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Fire up the batmobile, 'cause I gotta get outta here |
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Big shoulders block the view |
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You can't get your money back |
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You can't get your money back |
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You can't pretend that isolation is the same as privilege |
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So I hope you all will see |
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There just isn't a place here for me |
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I look around and feel like somebody must be fucking with me |
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I just can't take any of you seriously |
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And I can't keep keeping myself company |