Why you gotta treat me like I'm a low down dirty
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Climbin' up on thirty
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Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk
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And talk junk
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You musta fell out of your bunk
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And smacked your head
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Or your face or somethin'
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I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream
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Take the bus
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Go on and get yourself your own dream
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This is my own life keepin' me down
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Where I wanna be in my private nation
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I'm alone all thinkin' life's a phone call
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Here for just a while when in my private nation
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You can ride or you can go
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Why you gonna step on shoes
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When you don't know whose been in 'em
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Have you ever been more than a bump
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On a rock that likes to roll
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In the middle of a soup bowl in the sky
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Use your eyes
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It's all you got till you die
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I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream
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Take the bus
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Go on and get yourself your own dream
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You can ride on, it ain't free
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Leave a light on, so you can see
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How to get back when you go
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How to get, how to give
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How to make ends meet
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How to lose, how to win
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How to stay on the seat
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How to use momentum to keep the two wheels straight
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How to wait after it feels like you waited so long
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My Private Nation
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