Can¡¯t for the life of me think of what to do or say.
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Can¡¯t for the life of me think of what to do.
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From time to time I think I might be Jesse James.
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Laws aren¡¯t made for me and you.
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And if you peel back my skin
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You¡¯ll probably see a whole gang in there
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Of people, mainly thieves and freaks
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A liar and a scary man,
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Who easily disembark whenever they please.
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I think I¡¯ll stick to what I know and dig myself into this hole.
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It¡¯s not so bad if you don¡¯t mind the heat.
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Can¡¯t for the life of me think of what to do or say.
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Can¡¯t for the life of me think of what to do.
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From time to time I think I might be the Invisible Man.
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Without a shadow or cool hairdo.
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And if you peel back my skin you¡¯ll probably see
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No one¡¯s in there that¡¯s not been hassled by some fools
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Who fear their numbers though they¡¯re few.
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I think I¡¯ll sit and let their notions brew.
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I think I¡¯ll stick to what I know and dig myself into this hole.
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Even superheroes once were losers.
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When they leap they run around and subjugate all those who keep them down.
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They put on funny masks and dance around in the dirt and broken glass.
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They¡¯re getting stronger still despite the times
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That they¡¯re kept under heel.
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They¡¯ll never go away.
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People, The People
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