Written by: R. Robinson & C. Robinson
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If you feel like a riot, then don't you deny it
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Put your good foot forward
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No need for heroics I just want you to show it
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Now's the time to shine
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Your independence is a half ass deliverance
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The train left the station
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The recognition of the same old condition
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Your symptoms showing through
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Well regardless of the truth
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You still act so aloof
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In the face of your judge & jury
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You have the nerve to say not guilty
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But can you sting me
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Can you sting me
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Right to my rotten bones
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Well the bells ring out for the crimes of the century
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By courtesy of your mother
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The signs reads welcome to the valley of discovery
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Look at what money can buy
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Sons & daughters better open your eyes
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Tell me what you're seeing
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This submission is a tired tradition
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It's everyone's sacrifice
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Well believe you me
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I've got nothing up my sleeve
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Except a heart and a chip on my shoulder
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Yes I'm young and don't like getting older
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Yeah but can you sting me
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Can you sting me
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Right to my rotten bones
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Come on my sweet little thing
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What new things can you show me today
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I got one question
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I believe it's subjective
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What is a wasp without her sting?
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I don't want to sound bitter
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Yeah you touch me just like murder
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Living ain't so easy
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When all I want from you is to sting me
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Can you sting me
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Sting Me (slow version)
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| The Black Crowes |
