I turn on the tube and what do I see
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A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"
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They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else
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Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
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Victim of this, victim of that
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Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat
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Get over it
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Get over it
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All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
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Get over it, get over it
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You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
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But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
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The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
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Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
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You don't want to work, you want to live like a king
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But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing
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Get over it
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Get over it
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If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
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Get over it, Get over it
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It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
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You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
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Some call it sick, but I call it weak
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You drag it around like a ball and chain
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You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
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You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
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Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
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Complain about the present and blame it on the past
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I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass
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Get over it
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Get over it
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All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
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Get over it, get over it
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Get over it
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Get over it
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It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
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Get over it, get over it
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Get Over It
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| Eagles |