I've got to get up ma, and get in my place
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I've got to work out ma, and sort out my face
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I've got all 'zines telling me what to eat
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And I'm tired of being told what to wear on my feet
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And I don't have the time to get all worked up about the year on the street
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And it's not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault
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There goes another day, I've been here too long
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Do I have to change into what it takes, yeah make it No.1
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I feel out of flavour, I don't look like a picture
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You think I'm a loser, but I can see through you
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You're running around like you're running the country
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I know that you think that you've got one on me
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Ear to the ground like a boy about town
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Can't get nothing to fit me!
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And it's not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault
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There goes another day, I've been here too long
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Do I have to change in to what it takes, yeah make it No.1
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Got to call for an old friend who used to be real close
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Said he couldn't go on the American way
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Sold his house, sold his car
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Bought a ticket to the West coast
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Now he gives him 'em a stand-up routine in L.A.
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yeah but it's not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault
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Got to look out for an old friend who used to be real close
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Said it couldn't go on the American way
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Sold his house, sold his car
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Bought a ticket to the West coast
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Now he gives 'em a stand-up routine in L.A.
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Do I have to change in to what it takes, yeah make it No.1
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No.1
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