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You said I didn't have a ghost of a chance

In your book,

Well, take another look

I'm not finished yet.

Stipulations you hang around my neck like a chain -

Each link represents your discontent.

What's the big picture,

What can I see,

Whatever happened

To your faith in me?

Where's it gone?

I bust my ass but I'm always wrong,

Seven different ways to write a song,

Change your clothes, the way you play -

Slapped with a fine

'Cause you showed up to rehearsal late.

And I bust my ass but I'm always wrong,

It's been your game,

I just played along,

We center around what you always need,

Now I'm afraid to admit

There's a little discrepancy.

But I've been with you all along.