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Someone keeps repeating what I sayOne hundred years before it's said.It doesn't make me feel good.That same someone scored a goalWhen I put the puck in the net,And I'm still shut out while he's leading the league.Who?Is this someone?I find out, I'll make him pay.Meanwhile, I will patent all my moves.I'll write them down here in my book.I'll have a record there.Hey there! Mr. Justice,I have brought unto you a bookIn which I document myself in many ways."Hey there! Mr. No One,I have recognized this writing as my own,And you have forged it as your own."Who?When I get out of forger's prison,I will be on record as having doneSomething on my own.Letras de cancionesI'm looking slightly less than visible today.I think and therefore I am enslaved.My little book of verse is words and thoughts of agesOf accidents like me.Someone keeps repeating what I singOne million years before it's sung.Well, it doesn't make me feel good.Who? Who? Who? From Letras Mania