| A house and a wife and two and a half,
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| I lost my dream in the comfort trap.
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| I told my God his will could wait,
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| I’ve got one foot in a rich man’s grave,
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| I heard it calling in my sleep at night,
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| So I killed my dream with a butcher knife,
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| I told my heart to toe the line,
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| You had all that time, the rest is mine.
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| I’m gonna get nice things and get my way,
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| Even if it means there’s hell to pay,
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| I’m gonna have my cake and eat it too,
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| And what I don’t eat I’m gonna force feed you,
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| I’m not looking for consolation,
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| Maybe I could settle for compensation,
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| Have my cake and eat it too,
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| And if it’s all a lie I’m gonna say it’s all true.
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| A house and a wife and two and a half,
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| I lost my dream in the comfort trap,
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| I paid my dues and earned my doubt,
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| It’s be God’s mistake to spit me out.
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| I’m gonna get nice things and get my way,
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| Even if it means there’s hell to pay,
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| I’m gonna have my cake and eat it too,
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| And what I don’t eat I’m gonna force feed you,
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| I’m not looking for consolation,
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| Maybe I could settle for compensation,
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| Have my cake and eat it too,
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| And if it’s all a lie I’m gonna say it’s all true. |