| I came from nothing but not nothing like nothing
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| Nothing — like nobody thought i was something
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| Nothing — like called every name in the book
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| But for every second guess I never gave a second look
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| I tell myself «Don't let it get to me!»
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| 'Cause if the best they’ve got its not impressing me
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| Then there’s no reason they should get the best of me
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| While they were aiming at my words, they missed the rest of me
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| So how can I stop all these
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| Critics from their talking?
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| The more I do, the more they say
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| But there’s no way I’m stopping
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| So they just keep on talking
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| And who do you think I think I am?
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| I got the feeling that there’s more like me
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| Born in Babylon but you just got to be free
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| Shackles on your feet that you and me can’t see
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| But you can feel them and they heavy
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| So you need that key!
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| And so you’re looking at your hands sayin':
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| «Man, if I ditch the system these could be mine»
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| But then you hear a voice comin' from behind:
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| «Don't even think about steppin' out of line!»
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| So how can i stop all these
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| Critics from their talking?
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| The more I do, the more they say
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| But there’s no way I’m stopping
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| So they just keep on talking
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| And who do you think I think I am?
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| Who do you think I am?
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| My friends are deep and they’re all I’ve got
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| They stand up behind me if you like it or not
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| And I’m telling you that the fire’s hot
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| Can you see that smoking?
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| Did you hear that shot?
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| 'Cause this is the war that in the middle I am
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| So judge me now with your pen in hand
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| 'Cause I’m too busy to judge another man
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| Trying to write a blueprint for all the world to understand
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| How can I stop all these
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| Critics from your talking?
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| The more I do, the more they say
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| (They won’t stop talking)
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| (They won’t stop talking)
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| But there’s no way I’m stopping
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| They won’t stop talk, (they won’t stop talking)
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| And I regret me giving you any
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| Little voice at all
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| But saving this world just
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| Comes with a cost…
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| …maybe they were right
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| From the start…
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| Maybe I should not be myself
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| (Who do you think I am)
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| As I’m just giving these critics help
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| (Who do you think I am)
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| And it makes me twist my stomach in half
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| (Who do you think I am)
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| That My Pen and His pen
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| Are put into the same breath
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| (Who do you think I am)
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| If I never tried to do this at all
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| (Who do you think I am)
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| Then I think he’d be out of a job
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| (Who do you think I am)
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| And maybe I just should’ve stayed in bed
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| (Who do you think I am)
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| Stay out of the booth and put all these guitars in the closet
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| (Who do you think I am)
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| Maybe I should go back to school
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| (Who do you think I am)
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| But any more education just makes me feel like a fool
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| (Who do you think I am)
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| So I guess I gotta let critics talk
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| (Who do you think I am)
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| Cause I won’t stop |