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Manchild
Mentalist
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Okay, you're on your own, it's late
Your girlfriend is on another date
With the hero in your dream
Turn around, ask yourself
Do you think you're gonna win this time, man-child?
Oh!
Is it the pain of the drinking
Or the sudden sinking feeling?
The car never seems to work
When it's late, your girlfriends are late
And the hero with her in your dream
In your sleep seem like you
Turn around and ask yourself
Turn around and ask yourself
Man-child, will you ever win?
Man-child, look at the state you're in, yeah, yeah!
Could you go undercover
And sell your brand new lover?
Be someone else for a night
Maybe someone else will love you
Could sell your soul for a tacky song
Like the ones you hear on the radio
Turn around and ask yourself
Turn around and ask yourself
Man-child, will you ever win?
Man-child, look at the state you're in
Man-child, will he make you cry?
Man-child, man-child, man-child
From Monday down to Friday
You're working on another man's car
Or is it in a factory?
It doesn't matter where you are
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Just turn around and ask yourself, is this communication?
Accentuate the positive to give some illustration
See, man-child, you know I turn the microphone on
Control communication when I'm kicking it and so on
To the point where I need the air that I breathe
Into an audience that's waiting and ecstatic to receive
For the meantime, another mean rhyme, I keep on saying it
I know what the time is and the crowd will keep on playing it
Through the speaker boxes, loud my diagnosis
'Cause I believe in miracles and words in steady doses
Enough R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Respect yourself, express, no stress, the mic is easy
Just believe, that's all you need, it's the end of the line
Turn around and ask yourself
Man-child, will you ever win?
Man-child, look at the state you're in
Man-child, he will make you cry
Man-child, man-child, man-child
He's the apple of your eye
What's business, what's ya? Why don't you bite me again?
Just take it in, try to go tell your friend
Are you ready for the words? I turn the microphone on
A vigorous speech to reach you at the back
And so on, the style I'm simulating
That's close with your body temperature now
This demands power in the air
You know, loud's my diagnosis
'Cause I believe in miracles and words in heavy doses
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