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I’m sick of this world
And all the people here Having their minds set on one thing Will I Get that car, Become famous, Make the team, Get in the newspaper, Get asked out, Get the job, Get into a car crash All those questions have been asked But the only one who can answer it is You So got out there and Become famous Make the team Get in the newspaper Try to get the job Save the money to buy the car And drive safe so you don’t get into a car crash Make sure you get asked out You are the only one Who can make your life go somewhere So stop thinking others will change it for you Because I hate to tell you this But you are the only one who can change it And if you don’t like were your life is The only one to blame is you No one did this to you So stop pointing the figure at everyone else And realize it was you That did this to you Not anyone else
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