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Try to impress them with what you they want |
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Your methods are subtle, just like an elephant |
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Besides all the retreads and all the arguments |
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You can't make decisions based on feeling |
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Friendships fall away from this |
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Adhering to your politics |
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So prod and pry and give your ideas |
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It doesn't matter 'til you get your own way |
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Once again your crown is tarnished |
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Cause you're the winner of a game that no one wants to play don't celebrate just yet cause I think that you forget |
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That no one wants to play |
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Rules as suggestions because they aren't real |
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Some from the get go, and some from how you feel |
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You play all positions and show them how it's done |
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Soon you're a figurehead lost on everyone |
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If there's a theory I know there's a consequence |
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I'm sure that you've learned now you can't stay on the fence |
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Just taking opinions until the words are bent |
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Voice of an angel, thoughts a serpent |
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There was a boy who woke from a dream one day |
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He thought it over and planned out everything |
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He wouldn't rest 'til his waking dream came true |
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And there were choices that he knew must be made |
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The fallen silenced by all the accolades |
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And so he delegates the many things to do |
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So many things to do |
