74 lyrics for "I'm sick of me"

I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine You can't kill me 'Cause I'm already inside you Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war! Enemy, show me what you wanna be I can handle anything Even if I can't handle you!
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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to
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I'm sick and tired of the games you played Every move I make your ass got something to say Scandalize my name when you see it in the paper Trying to turn it all around when it wasn't that way Everybody is trying to figure me out What the hell is wrong
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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to
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Stop living in denial, stop loving the lie I thought blood was thicker than water You think I’m wrong but I never felt better You want to cure me of this epidemic, you call me sick I wish I had said it, the words to admit to you who I am You’re either
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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to
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That'd be alright. Yeah, that'd be alright. That'd be alright. If money grew on hackberry trees, And time wasn't such a luxury, If love was lovesick over me, If I could keep the wind in my sails, Keep a hold of the tiger by the tail, A half a ham
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My name is Steve and I'm your walking man My name is Steve and I'm your riding man You say jump, I say how high Exactly you want me to jump to And you say walk, I will walk To the end of the line and back to you You say boy, do you really love me? Well,
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Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to
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