| I see you passing judgment
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| It ain’t a judgment day
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| And I can’t let you misjudge me that way
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| Ain’t shooting for perfection
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| I’m scared of my reflection
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| But I can’t let you misjudge me that way
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| I used to think that I could raise myself above it
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| You could make me break down and cry
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| But you can’t make me love it
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| And I can’t fake it, you can’t take it
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| I ain’t holdin' no grudge
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| 'Cause I can’t judge him, and you can’t judge him
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| And who’s gonna judge the judge?
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| Who’s gonna judge the judge?
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| High falootin aloofing
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| Has got you in its ways
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| And I can’t let you misjudge me that way
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| Not that I care what you think of me
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| But I hear every word that you say
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| And I can’t let you misjudge me that way
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| Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I can take the blame
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| You can find yourself a new scapegoat, but I won’t play no game
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| I can’t make it, you can’t take it
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| I ain’t holding no grudge
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| 'Cause I can’t judge him, and you can’t judge him
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| And who’s gonna judge the judge?
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| Who’s gonna judge the judge?
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| Whooooo-aaaa
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| (What did you do, so beautiful, so pretty
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| You look so pretty, beautiful)
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| I see you pointing fingers
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| You’re pointing one my way
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| And I can’t let you misjudge me that way
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| Now, now, now I never said I was innocent for justice is gonna find a way
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| And I can’t let you misjudge me that way
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| No, no, no I can’t let you misjudge me that way
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| And I can’t let you misjudge me that way-ay-ay-ay |