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DI turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"
They point their crooked little fingers at everbody else
spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
GVictim of this, victim of that
YouAr momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat

DGet over it
FGet over it
All thisG whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
GeDt over it, get over it

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DYou say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if they gave you some cash
The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers - kill 'em tonight
GDon't wanna work You want to live like a king
But theA big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing
DGet over it
FGet over it
If youG don't want to play, then you might as well split
DGet over it, get over it

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It's liCke going to confession every time I hear youD speak
You'rGe makin' the most of your losin' streak

A Some call it sick, but I call it weak
Yeah, Yeah Yeah!
YouD drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
YoGu bitch about the present blame it on the past
I'd like tAo find your inner child and kick its little ass

GeDt over it
Get over it
All thiGs bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
DGet over it, get over it, get over it
FGet over it
ItG's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
DGet over it, get over it

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