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Knockin' on my shoulder's some liquor stinkin' jerk |
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To bother me |
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Even Rock 'n' Rollers need some peace and quiet |
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And their privacy |
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God knows this is not a friend |
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Just someone tryin' to use me in the end |
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It's just my situation, my frustration tries to get |
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The best of me |
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WHO ARE YOU AND WHATCHA WANT? |
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WHO ARE YOU AND WHATCHA WANT? |
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Money can buy freedom but no love, maybe some |
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False security |
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You can try to work me, you can't hurt me |
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You can't fake sincerity |
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No need to live up to what you expect |
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Of course I'll give you equal respect |
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But I don't waste my time with no slime |
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I don't burn my bridges - maybe just one lane |
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WHO ARE YOU AND WHATCHA WANT? |
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WHO ARE YOU AND WHATCHA WANT? |
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Locked up with a complete stranger |
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In a bathroom, lost in an eight-ball |
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With great plans for the world's salvation |
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...Down the drain by the pain of the morning light |
