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Get Over It
The Eagles
I turn on the tube and what do I see
They point their crooked little fingers at everbody else
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"
spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat
Victim of this, victim of that
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it
Get over it
Get over it, get over it
The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
But you might feel better if they gave you some cash
You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
You don't want to work; you want to live like a king
Let's kill all the lawyers But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing
Get over it
Get over it
If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, get over it
It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
Get over it, get over it
Get over it
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