Well I get into the game, but it's always the same
I'm the man with the name, Hip Eponymous Poor Boy, boy
Call me whatever you may, I ain't stoppin' the train
I got a pill for the pain, Hip Eponymous Poor Boy, boy
And I know that I can't defeat you
Yea, you don't worry now, I ain't going to preach to you
Well, there you go
But I'll be going right there with you
Yeah wherever you'll be, you'll be lookin' at me
But don't get out of your chair
Put a bow in your hair, you might be makin' 'em stare
So leave the care to the poor boy, the poor boy
And that's the name of the game
world
yesterday
while
wherever
whatever
unfurl
train
today
title
though
watching
think
things
takes
stare
sometimes
shiver
cause
going
blame
eponymous
against
blues
around
there
alright
every
chair
asleep
defeat
always
comes
worry
fight
right
funny
turns
because
leave
stripes
still
might
nobody
happy
preach
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