Beck - My Own Best Enemy

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yo! bum rush the show!

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there’s a cop salivating on the patio

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and my mind is in remission

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the finger snacks are on display

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traveling in your spirit

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it’s better to be lonely with bologna

hey , stack up the bills
the highway is covered with weight – loss pills
and i’m eating all the coupons
they taste like special skin
she’s the gal i long for
i’d love to smother her with leftovers

now there’s a dead kid trying to sleep
and the shallow side of things
never looked so deep
well , it’s less than you expected
’cause it’s more than you could ever know
if you can’t pull off bitterness
some slight alienation could be just as good

solo

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and it’s the most depressing cop – out

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my eyes did ever see

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i’d rather be your own

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i’d rather be my own worst friend . . .

let me try that one more time!

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i’d rather be your worst friend

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than my own best enemy!