I'm Sticking Around

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I've been working overtime

Wondering when the end is nigh

Why you've been so good to me

I only sing the saddest keys

I'm sticking around

I'm sticking around

I'm sticking around

You will get rid of me

I will never be content

With an insult or a compliment

I've got some stuff that I've left behind

A revolution and a beautiful lie

I'm sticking around

I'm sticking around

I'm sticking around

You won't get rid of me