And then they told me
Kid, we like you, but you are better off dead
You make us nervous, come on, you are so strange
You cant be bought and you wont sell us anything
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And then they told me
Kid, we like you, but you are better off home
Look you belong here, but you were not born here
And your luck died, and dreams are just dreams and lawyers are more important than thinkers
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And then I told them
You are writing me off and you are wrong
You are underestimating my potential again arent you
So it may take a long time but I will get there and once I am there I will send you a postcard