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Get up and play the fool, The audience won't bring you down. That's right, you do what you do. While no one else is around. These people, are my people, watch how we roll don't mess 'em up, they're young, life's only just begun And for the record we were messed up, on our own He takes the fakes and puts them in their place And he swiftly moves along, And he's known around He's passed his break of social season hearts Yeah I've spoke and yeah we get along God, I can fall for a man who can sing about love and depression among other things And a man he sings about romance To Women he hardly knows what good does it bring, this is the life he chose, I don't get happy people, why do they care? They can't be happy all the time, they're really just not there And they're all loved up on some drug and I hope that it's not love because I like 'em roughed up and not really there. I like them roughed up, a little fucked up, if it can be arranged, As high as a kite and is willing to fight as a man of his age. God, I can fall for a man who can sing about love and depression among other things And a man he signs about romance To women he hardly knows What good does it bring, this is the life that he chose, A man sings about romance Woman he hardly knows, What good can it bring, this is the life that he chose , I like 'em roughed up, a little fucked up, if it can be arranged, As high as a kite and is willing to fight as a man of his age |