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I fought the battle everybody swore that I would lose I won the name that everybody quivers when they use I did EVERYTHING that they said I couldn't do I've done everything I wanted, but I still feel used I feel like everything I achieved was just to prove That I'm not the same as you That we have a different view But as different as we are, we both live to amuse Everything you accused me of, I just proved I'm just a living statue that took your abuse I stood there like a wimp as I iced my bruise I held a straight face while you picked at my wounds I just laid undercover and paid my dues I made a name for my life, but in the end, I got screwed.
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