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Every day I wake up |
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my pillows made up |
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I'm tired of always following you around |
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you're such a faker |
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and when you meet your maker |
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I know he's gonna beat you, down to the ground |
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Do you remember me at all? |
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I can't help feeling like I'm talking to the wall |
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Do you remember me at all? |
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Cause they've got my picture up in all my family's halls |
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So we don't see eye to eye anymore |
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and no we don't see wrong from right like before |
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Na Na Na Na |
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The movers and the shakers |
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that fill those papers |
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I'm tired of always following them around |
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you're a heartbreaker |
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an undertaker |
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I know you're going to place me into the ground |
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Do you remember me at all? |
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I can't help feeling like I'm talking to the wall |
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I'm just wondering, d'you remember me at all? |
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They've got my picture up on all my family's walls |
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So we don't see eye to eye anymore |
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and no we don't see wrong from right like before |
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Na Na Na Na |
