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How,
C-c-c-c-c-could i
Define a better, fitter scheme for living.
So why,
S-s-s-s-s-should i
Allow the whisperings of criticism
Nobody wants
Mr. 100 percent
I'll sleep on my feet
It still is not good enough for them,
Until the end,
I thought I could keep up with the pretense,
I won't make that mistake again
Now that the pressure's intense
I keep a tighter reign on ugly habits
But some how.
Y-y-y-yeah
They keep him in and leak him under static.
Nobody wants
Mr. 100 percent
I'll sleep on my feet
It still is not good enough for them,
Until the end,
I thought I could keep up with the pretense,
I won't make that mistake again
Why not quit ?
Being the best.
Isn't always best for me
I won't make,
I won't make,
I won't make,
That mistake
Again...