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------------You said I didn't have a ghost of a chanceIn your book,Well, take another lookI'm not finished yet.Stipulations you hang around my neck like a chain -Each link represents your discontent.What's the big picture, What can I see,Whatever happenedTo your faith in me?Where's it gone?I bust my ass but I'm always wrong, Seven different ways to write a song, Change your clothes, the way you play -Slapped with a fine'Cause you showed up to rehearsal late. And I bust my ass but I'm always wrong, It's been your game,I just played along, We center around what you always need, Now I'm afraid to admitThere's a little discrepancy.But I've been with you all along. |