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You think you know the thoughts deep inside my head |
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You think you know the words even though they're not said yet |
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And you're oh so sure how I should wear my hair |
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Excuse me while I laugh because I don't really care |
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It's not your world |
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It's not your car |
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It's not your mind |
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It's not your place |
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It's not your song |
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It's my guitar |
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And it's my stage |
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Who do you think you are (Motherfucker! Motherfucker!) |
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Who do you think you are (Motherfucker! Mutha!) |
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(Verse) |
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You don't like the kind of flashy clothes I wear |
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You think you know the easy way from here to there |
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You write the books and then you tell me how to read |
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So quick to cut me down and then you tell me how to bleed |
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It's not your world |
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It's not your car |
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It's not your mind |
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It's not your place |
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It's not your song |
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It's my guitar |
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And it's my stage |
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Who do you think you are (Motherfucker! Motherfucker!) |
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Who do you think you are (Motherfucker! Mutha!) |
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Who do you think you are (Motherfucker! Motherfucker!) |
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Who do you think you are (Motherfucker! Mutha!) |
