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I don't need your pity |
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Misbelief or sympathy |
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I don't need no doctor, shrink |
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Or psycotherapy |
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Who are you to say you're sorry |
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If I were to die |
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Who are you to complain |
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When you're got your piece of the pie |
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Out of the closet, out of your hole |
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Out of your hard carned place |
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But don't you push your luck |
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I'll take that big while grin |
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Straight off your face |
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Look at all those smiling faces |
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preaching on TV |
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I don't need their polities |
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To stir my fantasies |
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To watch the late night news |
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It scares me to the bone |
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When I read the papers |
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I feel naked and alone |
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When it all comes down |
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Is there anything that justifies |
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The things we do |
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When it all comes down |
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There's a reason for the pain |
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We must be goin' through |
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Same greasy dirty young man |
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Traveling to the cast |
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When a bird comes to flying |
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Further dreams can be released |
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Same little flashes |
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Waving banners cross your line |
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When at first you walk with me |
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You'll then set free the mind |
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I see my future |
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Being washed up on the store |
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I feel I've been through this |
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I've seen it all before |
