Got to get out more
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Get in the place
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Got to work out more
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And sort out my face
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I've got all the 'zines that tell me what to eat
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And I'm tired of being told what to wear on my feet
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And I don't have the time to get all worked up
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About the year on the street
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And it's not my fault, I can find my way
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Yeah it's not my fault, there goes another day
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I've been here too long, do I have to change
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Into what it takes
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To make it number one?
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I feel out of favour
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I don't look like a picture
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You think I'm a loser,
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But I can see through you
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You're running around like you're running the country
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I know that you think that you've got one on me
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Ear to the ground, like the boy about town
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Can't get nothing to fit me
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And it's not my fault, I can find my way
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Yeah it's not my fault, there goes another day
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I've been here too long, do I have to change
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Into what it takes
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To make it number one?
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Got a call from an old friend, used to be real close
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Said he couldn't go on the American way
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Sold his house, sold his car
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Bought a ticket to the West Coast
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Now he gives 'em a stand-up routine in L.A.
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No 1
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