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My own self is going home angryWaking up tiredKnowing this awful truthIt's just my style, babyFor kicks, I have flown as the NileAnd all you worn out ladiesDon't you let 'em drive you crazyI've said, it never fails with these broken males(Their long awaited ship? Already sailed)And I'll walk the roads you pave for me, in my heart and in my soulThis is how it's meant to be (Or is it, baby? You tell me)You, my friend, are going home cheatedOh, you didn't realize I'd really pull this shitBut hey, I'll get mine, my dearYou'll see me dead in another yearAnd oh, you worn out ladyDon't you let me drive you crazyYou just wait, wait, wait for that promised landIn which I finally say what I really meantAnd I'll walk the roads you pave for me, in my heart and in my soulThis is how it's meant to be (Or is it, baby? You tell me) From Letras Mania