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This ain't Hollywood, life is never that good |
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She won't come back with love in her sack |
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Not a single picture of you in her wallet |
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The letters you wrote aren't pinned up her bed |
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Some's got a pain in the eyes |
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Some are happy, don't try to lie |
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'Cause I know I'm right |
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You're in the first category |
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Locked up in your room, well they say you are lazy |
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Well, if you were lazy you wouldn't be |
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Digging your grave, oh, just in case |
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You would've died of being lonely |
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Some's got a pain in the eyes |
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Some are happy, don't try to lie |
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'Cause I know I'm right |
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You're in the first category |
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Some's got a pain in the eyes |
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Some are happy, don't try to lie |
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'Cause I know I'm right |
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You're in the first category |
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Well, I admit it looks a bit like Hollywood |
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And life would be better if I would |
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This ain't useless and this ain't fake |
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So try to be the one, for god's sake |
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Some's got a pain in the eyes |
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Some are happy, don't try to lie |
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'Cause I know I'm right |
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You're in the first category |
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Some's got a pain in the eyes |
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Some are happy, don't try to lie |
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'Cause I know I'm right |
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You're in the first category |
