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I heard you say, that I’m not entertaining So I overcompensate It must be nice to have your head in the clouds Say I’m an empty frame It brings me down no wonder You think you’re a hurricane But watch me roll like thunder We’re comin’ back around I don’t appreciate your lack of disposition You overcompensate, and now you’re talking way too loud So gather round And listen up When you hear the sound You’ll know it’s us This is all we’ve got This is all we have We're going down a one way road We’ll never look back We’re comin’ back around So say what you say You know I won’t listen I’ve got what it takes But you’ve got recognition Don’t know your name Don’t need your opinions From Letras Mania