Lately all my friends are talking bout me
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They see something different bout me
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All I ever hear is "man you've changed"
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Because I don't act like everyone
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I march to the beat of a different drum
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They think I'm going through some kind of phase
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Now they call me names
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I can hear them say
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I'm a sellout
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I'm a loser
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I'm a yes-man
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And I guess I'm never gonna live it down
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I'm a sellout
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I must say that my first inclination
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Was to save my reputation
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Try to blend right back into the crowd
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But the more and more I tried to hide
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The less and less I could deny
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The truth was screaming at me clear and loud
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I gave up the fight
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I guess they were right
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I'm a sellout
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I'm a loser
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I'm a yes-man
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And I guess I'm never gonna live it down
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I'm a sellout
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I'm a sellout (sold out for the King)
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I'm a loser (more of Jesus less of me)
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I'm a yes-man (yes I will do anything He needs)
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And I guess I'm never gonna live it down
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I'm a sellout
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Sellout
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| Matthew West |
