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Hey, mr. reporter, |
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How 'bout talking about yourself? |
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Do you like what you're doing, |
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Or is it that you can do nothing else? |
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Hey, mr. reporter, |
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I'll believe all that you put down. |
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I'll believe the sun is going up, |
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Even though it's going down. |
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Hey, mr. reporter, |
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Don't you twist my words around. |
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I'll kill you, i won't let you, |
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Distort my simple sound. |
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Hey, mr. reporter, |
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How 'bout talking about yourself? |
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Do you like what you're doing, |
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Or is it that you can do nothing else? |
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Hey, mr. reporter, |
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How 'bout talking about yourself? |
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Do you like what you're doing, |
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Or is it that you can do nothing else? |
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Did your daddy stop you playing |
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With your friends when you were young? |
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And is that why you run down |
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All the young folks have their fun. [?] |
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The reason i am stupid, |
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Is because i read you every day. |
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You misquote all of the true things |
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Because they rub you the wrong way. |
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Hey, mr. reporter, |
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How 'bout talking about yourself? |
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Do you like what you're doing, |
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Or is it that you can do nothing else? |
