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I saw on the poster |
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My name was printed |
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Just a little bit smaller |
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I can tell you need to stand |
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Just a little bit taller |
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No one ever talks about it |
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But no one can disguise |
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The cloud of competition |
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That's hanging behind their eyes |
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There's more bad blood |
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In this bar than there is beer |
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And it's subtle but it still sucks |
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And i want out of here |
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We got egos like hairdos |
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They're different every day |
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Depending on how we slept the night before |
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Depending on the demons that are at our door |
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They told me you wanted to play last |
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Every profession has its system of castes |
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So they reverse the order we go on |
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And then you stand at the bar |
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And you talk through my songs |
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We've got egos like hairdos |
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They're different every day |
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Depending on how we slept the night before |
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Depending on the demons that are at our door |
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Everybody loves the underdog |
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But no one wants to be him |
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The press will fatten you up |
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And then they'll dig their teeth in |
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It's cool to discover someone |
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It's hard to support them |
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Everyone is playing life |
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Like it's some stupid sport |
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We got egos like hairdos |
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They're different every day |
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Depending on how we slept the night before |
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Depending on the demons that are at our door |
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I got my kitchen stocked |
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I got my door unlocked |
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There're no demons here |
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And i don't really care |
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Whose name is printed in bigger type |
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You know i live in a world full of hope |
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Not a world full of hype |
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I ain't no saint |
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I help myself to what i need |
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But i help other people too |
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Y'know i sleep soundly |
