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I'm right here |
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And I heard everything you said |
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Those things |
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To try to get inside my head |
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It's full |
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Now there's no room in here |
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For you |
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You can't teach me the lesson |
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Now I know |
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I don't need you to tell me |
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How it's done 'cause I know how it's done |
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See all the accolades, sitting up on my shelf |
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I'm the man now, sticking it to myself |
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Sticking it to myself |
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Sticking it to my- |
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Self-control |
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That's not the only thing I lack |
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A plan |
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Just my own gun against my |
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Back down now and let this hostage |
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Go away |
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I'm trying to figure something |
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Makes me feel |
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Like I'd do anything it'd take to be |
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A fucking winner now |
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See all the accolades, sitting up on my shelf |
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I'm the man now, I'm sticking it to myself |
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Sticking it to myself |
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Sticking it to myself |
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You don't seem interested in what I just said |
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If you're not listening then don't nod your head |
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I thought so |
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That's what I thought that |
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Someday soon |
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This job is going to kill me |
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Dead inside |
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Unless I kill it first instead |
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and when they come for me I'm gone |
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There's just the accolades, sitting up on my shelf |
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I'm the man now, I'm sticking it to myself |
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Sticking it to myself |
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Sticking it to myself |
