You said I didn't have a ghost of a chance In your book, Well, take another look I'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 happened To 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 admit There's a little discrepancy.
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