| Hey there, daddy-o, why you got a long face, what’s that look in your eye
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| Gettin' so tired of running in the rat race, everyone’s passing you by
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| Ticking like a diabolic time bomb, about to lose control
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| Keeping it together, can barely hold on, now you’re ready to explode
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| You’re getting quiet
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| Trying to catch your breath
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| 'Cause there’s nothing left
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| ('Cause there’s nothing left)
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| When it’s time to turn your life around
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| W-w-whatcha gonna do?
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| You’re gonna burn it down
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| (Burn it down)
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| B-b-b-burn it down
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| (You're gonna burn it down)
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| Hey, little sister, tell me what you’re up to, why you looking so damn low
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| (So damn low)
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| You can always stick it to the one that stung you so are you gonna let it go
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| (You gonna let me go)
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| You’re acting like a raving paper tiger, about to lose control
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| (Mrow!)
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| Someone went too far and tripped your wire, are you ready to explode
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| You’re getting quiet
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| Trying to catch your breath
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| 'Cause there’s nothing left
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| ('Cause there’s nothing left)
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| When it’s time to turn your life around
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| W-w-whatcha gonna do?
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| You’re gonna burn it down
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| (You burn it down)
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| B-b-b-burn it down
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| (B-b-b-burn it down)
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| You’re gonna burn it down
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| (You know you burn it down)
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| B-b-b-burn it down
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| (You burn it down)
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| Uh
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| One, two, three, four
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| Hey there, daddy-o, why you got a long face, what’s that look in your eye
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| Gettin' so tired of running in the rat race, everyone’s passing you by
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| Hey, little sister, tell me what you’re up to, why you looking so damn low
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| (So damn low)
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| You can always stick it to the one that stung you so are you gonna let it go |