Someday they'll write a book about you,
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because you're so selfish, it's funny.
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So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde,
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of you, you, you.
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So self-absorbed, this thunderous horde,
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of you, you, you.
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Yeah, I'd love you, but you love yourself.
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And you'd love me, but I love myself.
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So tense are these nerves in any instance.
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Teeth snap and a toe taps the dirt.
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Cry like a baby and see if then maybe
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the others will cherish your hurt.
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Never you see a cry or plea,
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consider another or first.
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Know this is your world.
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The harsh words you have hurled.
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Recall you are the one in need worse.
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Yeah, I'd love you, but you love yourself.
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And you'd love me, but I love myself.
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Yeah, I'd love you, but you love yourself.
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And we'd serve you, but we serve ourselves.
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Ignoring you, I dance, oh I do.
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Through magnificent realms, quite divine.
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Stopping to see my face smiling at me.
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For this is my life and my time.
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What an arduous task, it proves such a feat
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to be only one of a kind.
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Though the scenery slips through
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the places we meet.
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Press forward and leave me behind.
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What a child you are, for you look just like me,
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looking out for number one.
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I'm all that I have and all that I see.
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Saved by the grace of the Son,
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So shall we deny?
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And rot as we die?
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As I write a book about me,
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my noble wealth of serving myself,
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I am so selfish, it's funny.
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So Selfish It's Funny
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| Showbread |
