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JUDGE
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Here we go
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I've seen this Jekyll/Hyde routine before
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My one-man soap opera show,
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go and spit and snarl and stomp the floor
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Yeah, I don't think you're mean cause you're scared or frightened
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I just think you're mean 'cause you're unenlightened
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Or maybe it's that you are afraid at best
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That no matter what you put between your legs it won't fill this whole in your chest
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Or could it be you weren't shown love or affection
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Or better yet you were over-indulged
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and now you call it oppression
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(chorus)
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My spleen is full
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though I say I don't hold a grudge
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And it may make me vile
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and wretched
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and worse off than you
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But I do judge
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So tell me suburbia, tell me about your life
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Tell me the saga of how you grew up with no struggle or strife
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I consider it the highest form of neglect
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Like nobody ever told you "no"
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so now you don't know respect
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(chorus)
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Don't listen to image now
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cause image is a liar
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Yeah, to hear this song
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I'm drinking napalm and pissing fire
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But the truth be known I'm brought to my knees everyday
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So I figure while I'm down there
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I may as well get comfy and pray
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Cause sadly there are people like you all around Not just addicts or assholes but spirits who can't reach their ground
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JUDGE
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| Jennifer Nettles Band |
