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I came from nothing but a nothing like nothing |
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Nothing - like nobody thought |
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I was something |
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Nothing - like called every name in the book |
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But for every second guess |
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I never gave a second look |
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I tell myself "Don't let it get to me!" ' |
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Cause if the best they've got it's not impressing me |
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Then there's no reason they should get the best of me |
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Why they're aiming at my words - that's the rest of me [Chorus:] |
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So how can |
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I stop all these |
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Critics from their talking? |
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The more I do, the more they say. |
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But there's no way |
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I'm stopping, |
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So they just keep on talking. |
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Who do you think |
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I think I am? |
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I got the feeling that there is more like me. |
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Born in Babylon but you just got to be free. |
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Shackles on your feet that you and me can't see, |
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But you can feel them and they heavy, |
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So you need that key! |
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And so you're looking at your hands sayin': "Man, if a distance is to me I could be mine." |
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But then you hear a voice comin' from behind: "Don't even think about steppin' out of line!" [Chorus:] |
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So how can |
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I stop all these |
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Critics from their talking? |
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The more I do, the more they say. |
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But there's no way |
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I'm stopping, |
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So they just keep on talking. |
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Who do you think |
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I think I am? |
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Who do you think |
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I am? My friends are deep and they're all |
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I've got. |
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They stand up behind me if you like it or not. |
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And I'm telling you that the fire's hot. |
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Can you see that smoking? |
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Did you hear that shot? ' |
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Cause this is the war that in the middle |
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I am. So judge me now with your pen in hand ' |
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Cause I'm too busy to judge another man, |
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Trying to write a blueprint for all the world to understand [Chorus:] |
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How can I stop all these |
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Critics from their talking? |
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The more I do, the more they say. - (More they say-y) |
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But there's no way |
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I'm stopping, |
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So they just keep on talking. |
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Who do you think |
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I think I am? |
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Who do you think |
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I am? How can |
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I stop all these |
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Critics from their talking? |
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The more I do, the more they say. (They won't stop talking) (They won't stop talking) |
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But there's no way |
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I'm stopping, |
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They won't stop talk, they won't stop talking |
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There's no way |
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I'm stopping [?] |
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Maybe I should not be myself (Who do you think I am) |
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As I've just giving the critics help (Who do you think I am) |
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And it makes me twist my stomach in half (Who do you think I am) [?] (Who do you think I am) |
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If I never tried to do this at all (Who do you think I am) |
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And I think he'd be out of a job (Who do you think I am) |
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And maybe |
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I just should've stayed in bed (Who do you think I am) |
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Stay out of the booth and put all these guitars in the closet (Who do you think I am) |
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Maybe I should go back to school (Who do you think I am) |
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But anymore education just makes me feel like a fool (Who do you think I am) |
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So I guess |
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I gotta let critics talk (Who do you think I am) |
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Cause I won't stop. |
