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Tryin to deal with my life, tryin to figure out
Wish you'd stop your fucking crying, I wish you'd fucking shout
Happiness is earned you know, it ain't given to you
Gotta realize right now to yourself you must be true
Hey we're going downhill fast
Drink up soon it might be the last
Better stop your shitty bitchin'
You jock fuckers had better listen
Tryin' to find the way that's true, tryin' to figure out
To be yourself well it's hard to do so you sit and you fucking pout
Life goes on as you know, you don't realize how lucky you are
Got yourself a fucking color T.V. yeah you got yourself a car
Sons of bitches say to me
Well you ain't so fucking pretty
But I know that they don't know
Because they're trying to fucking tell me so
Tryin' to find the way that's true, tryin' to figure out
To be yourself well it's hard to do so you sit and you fucking pout
Life goes on as you know, you don't realize how lucky you are
Got yourself a fucking color T.V. yeah you got yourself a car
Sons of bitches say to me
Well you ain't so fucking pretty
But I know that they don't know
Because they're trying to fucking tell me so
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