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LISTEN
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(Chorus)
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Listen, listen, listen
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Ah ah ah haaa
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Come on over sir and let me buy you a drink
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Cause everyone in the world is simply dying
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To know just what you think
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Yes we value your opinion as a measure of our self-worth
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Yeah you've been in this business awhile but baby baby
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I've been destined since birth
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(Chorus)
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Listen, listen, listen
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Ah ah ah haaa
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What's your name don't you work for that
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Radio
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Then you write for that paper well then by all
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means you know, you know
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What's happening now, what's hip, what's
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putridly insincere
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Yes, you're right it's time for you to go, we
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Don't sell any of that here
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This ain't my thing, you know I really can't
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Compete
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Yeah you're as deep as the fucking ocean with
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Your snobbish underground elite
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Perhaps I bite the hand that feeds or cut off
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My nose to spite my face
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But if you didn't come here to hear the truth
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You shouldn't have come here in the first
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Place
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(Chorus)
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Listen, listen, listen
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Ah ah ah haaa
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Then I turn to myself and ask if the turn will
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Be mine
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Maybe I bitch too much, maybe too angry,
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Maybe I whine
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Or maybe the picture of them I paint, I paint
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Too well
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And though afraid they still adjust themselves
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As they put me back on the shelf
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(Chorus)
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Listen, listen, listen
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LISTEN
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| Jennifer Nettles Band |
