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You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse
You tell me it calms your nerves
You just think it looks cool
You tell me you want to be different
You just change for the same
You tell me it's only natural
You just need the proof
Did you fucking get it?
It's in my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
You tell me that nothing matters
You're just fucking scared
You tell me that I'm better
You just hate yourself
You tell me that you like her
You just wish you did
You tell me that I make no difference
At least I'm fucking trying
What the fuck have you done?
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(I)don't smoke
I don't drink
I don't fuck
At least I can fucking think
I can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Out of step with the world!
(I) don't smoke
I don't drink
I don't fuck
At least I can fucking think
I can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Out of step with the world!
Listen,
this is no set of rules
I'm not telling you what to do
all i'm saying, is that i'm bringing up like three things
that are like so important to the whole world,
that i don't have to find , much importance in
because of these things, whether it's fucking or playing golf,
i feel that...
I can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Out of step with the world!
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I'm sorry
For something that I didn't do
Lynched somebody
But I don't know who
You blame me for slavery
A hundred years before I was born
Guilty of being white!
I'm sorry
For something that I didn't do
Lynched somebody
But I don't know who
You blame me for slavery
A hundred years before I was born
Guilty of being white!
I'm a convict(GUILTY!)
Of a racist crime(GUILTY!)
I've only served (GUILTY!)
Nineteen years of my time
I'm sorry
For something that I didn't do
Lynched somebody
But I don't know who
You blame me for slavery
A hundred years before I was born
Guilty of being white!
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I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
You're trying to make your mark in society
Using all the tricks that you used on me
You're reading all those high fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearin' girl
Are causing public scenes
I said:
I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes
Now you're walking 'round
Like you're front page news
You've been awful careful
'Bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name
In your book of who's who
I said:
I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!
Not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
I'm not your stepping stone!
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