I don't need your pity
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Misbelief or sympathy
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I don't need no doctor, shrink
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Or psycotherapy
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Who are you to say you're sorry
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If I were to die
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Who are you to complain
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When you're got your piece of the pie
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Out of the closet, out of your hole
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Out of your hard carned place
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But don't you push your luck
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I'll take that big while grin
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Straight off your face
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Look at all those smiling faces
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preaching on TV
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I don't need their polities
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To stir my fantasies
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To watch the late night news
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It scares me to the bone
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When I read the papers
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I feel naked and alone
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When it all comes down
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Is there anything that justifies
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The things we do
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When it all comes down
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There's a reason for the pain
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We must be goin' through
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Same greasy dirty young man
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Traveling to the cast
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When a bird comes to flying
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Further dreams can be released
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Same little flashes
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Waving banners cross your line
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When at first you walk with me
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You'll then set free the mind
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I see my future
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Being washed up on the store
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I feel I've been through this
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I've seen it all before
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When It All Comes Down
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