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I'm feeling what I want to feel |
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I'm saying what I've said all along |
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Because I know the things that are important to me |
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Because life is too short to be long |
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And those thoughts |
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That I've kept inside |
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With those words |
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That I could not hide |
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Before those times that always remind me |
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That all I ever did was try |
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So change your tune one step to make a stand |
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I want to speak my mind start my own african tribe |
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Now run into the deepest pile of shit |
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Cause that's where I'm going to blend in |
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....go! |
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Those choices that I've never made |
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With those decisions that once cut me a break |
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Cause after all what's left in the end |
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There's somethings that they just can't take |
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So take a bow |
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Well you're not that great |
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Go pat your back |
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Go off and masturbate |
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Cause one thing that you know for sure |
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Your hand is not a lonesome date |
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So change your tune one step to make a stand |
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I want to speak my mind start my own african tribe |
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Now run into the deepest pile of shit |
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Cause that's where I'm going to blend in |
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So change your tune one step to make a stand |
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I want to speak my mind start my own african tribe |
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Now run into the deepest pile of shit |
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Cause that's where I'm going to blend in |
