i don't know why
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i never did anything to you
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and i know, i can't comply
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to the way that you think that i should play my songs
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never bother'd to take the time to watch me
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you just criticized with every line
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you said so many bad things about me
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i think you'r just musically uninclined
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and your still spreading it around,
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and you keep writing it all down
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and i'll find you, with your review
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and i'll make you apologize to me
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just say you're sorry, for your story
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i don't think that it was very fair of you
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you jeff brown'd me
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you said my songs are not all that complicated
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the chorus's, just seem to be phrases
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shouted out, twenty times in a row
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what'a you know
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i don't expect you to understand my feelings
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cause your accusing me of stealing
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power chords from a screeching weasel song
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you know they'd never let me play that long
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you jeff brown'd me too <i>[repeat]
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Jeff Brown
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