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My life
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What I choose to do is of no concern to you
and your friends
Where I lay my hat may not be my home, but I
will last on my own
'Cause it's me, and my life, it's my life
Oh the world has sat in the palm of my hand
not that you'd see
And I'm tired and bored of waiting for you and
all those things you never do
'Cause it's me, and my life, it's my life, it's my
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