Band Of Susans - Sermon On Competition pt. 1 (Nothing Is Recoupable) | Текст песни

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• Sermon On Competition pt. 1 (Nothing Is Recoupable)

You think you know it all
You work hard enough but your job seems dull
I could've been you, but I prefer not to
Choose your targets you say
My eye's on the bull's eye
Right on the mark
I'm staring at you, but I prefer not to
So we work the graveyard shift
We're underpaid but not unprepared
I could've been you, but I prefer not to
I think I know it all
I work hard enough but my life seems dull
Jealousy breeds contempt
Who me? C'mon

I'm a lot like you
I'm a dime-a-dance girl
So this is how we measure success

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