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Self-help is my Obi Wan, I'm its biggest fan Should have invested long ago Reading all the literature, wasting all the time To give me just one piece of mind I did all the research, diligent and true I talked until my face turned blue Bottled up the message, wrote it down in song Where do you think that I went wrong? To the guy in the corner, man, what's your bag of tricks? You're so connected, protected, not overwhelmed with fits Pretending it's your party but your birthday's on the fifth You said, "It comes easy to me" Waiting for my Matrix, bending at the back In a black overcoat made of wax Peppered with bullets and I don't even sneeze I'm motherfucking Keanu Reeves To the guy in the corner, man, what's your bag of tricks? You're so connected, protected, not overwhelmed with fits Pretending it's your party but you weren't on the list Said, "It comes easy to me" I only have to finish, I don't have to win Letras de cancionesWinning's just a state of mind So close I can taste it, so far nothing hurts I know I've got nothing but time To the guy in the corner, man, what's your bag of tricks? You're so connected, protected, not overwhelmed with fits Pretending it's your party 'cause you don't know whose it is Said, "It comes easy, easy" Said, "It comes easy to me" From Letras Mania