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Ever since this troubled world began* |
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Every woman and man... Ver mais |
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Trying to find some purpose in their lives, |
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A way to survive. |
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And I'm the same, |
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I'm not ashamed: |
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Riddle's my middle name. |
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I'm not a saint, |
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I've got no complaints: |
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There's a lot of worse things I ain't. |
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I'm crackin' up. |
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People wanna put their tag on you, |
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Define what you do, |
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And you might enjoy some small renown |
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But it's hard to live down. |
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Stuck in a mould, |
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Do what you're told, |
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A product that's bought and sold, |
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Made out of straw. |
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Sentenced before |
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The Court Of Unwritten Law. |
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I won't stand for it so I am |
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Crackin' up. |
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I've got no time for it so I am |
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Crackin' up. |
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Though I hide behind a cool facade |
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I can't drop my guard, |
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Almost made myself a nervous wreck |
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Keeping feelings in check. |
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You've gotta perform, |
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Stick to the norm, |
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Wishing you were never born. |
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You've gotta behave, |
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Facing looking brave, |
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And you'll dig yourself an early grave. |
