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I've got style. |
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I work harder than anyone, and I can do it while I'm having fun. |
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Yeah I'm a get, I'm a get, I'm a get, get better. |
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I want to be, I wan't to be somebody, I'm gonna be somebody, I'm gonna be somebody. |
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Now, now, slow your roll. Keep your head low. |
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Your life is a joke. |
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Don't make this awkward. |
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Lay back in the fold. |
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Can't make it alone. |
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You're too fucking old. |
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Don't make this awkward. |
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Now and then, I get a little bit full of myself and start dreaming, I can't help it. |
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But you're a friend, you keep my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds. |
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Show me how to doubt myself. |
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And who knows where |
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I'd be without you. |
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Now, now, slow your roll. Keep your head low. |
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Your life is a joke. |
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Don't make this awkward. |
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Lay back in the fold. |
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Can't make it alone. |
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You're too fucking old. |
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Don't make this awkward. |
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(The belief is a burden and a crop. |
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Now the dream is only a memory.) |
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Cry, mine is mine, I clamp my head in the crease of a familiar smell, I think the tree is a thief. |
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I'm fryin everything that incubate and ever was. |
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Simmer fifteen rips before I croak and die. |
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I flipped that maggot out. |
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I sniffed that dragon's brew. |
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I say I'm feelin when everyone is on my side. |
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We think we're relevant. |
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Hey, we think we're being admired. |
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Now and then, I get a little bit full of myself and start dreaming, I can't help it. |
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It's slipping into this. |
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All of you, all the heads inside the hole of cause. |
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We're getting intimate. |
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It's a flu, in a vein. |
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How do we disconnect from the arm? |
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Am I a fool not to run? |
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Your nicotine in my lungs. |
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How can I trust anyone but you? |
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Now, now, slow your roll. Keep your head low. |
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Your life is a joke. |
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Don't make this awkward. |
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Lay back in the fold. |
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Can't make it alone. |
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You're too fucking old. |
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Don't make this awkward. |
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(The belief is a burden and a crop. |
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Now the dream is only a memory.) |
