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The pressure of the fingers |
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From the ideals |
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They point out my direction |
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I'm nothing but a slave to a fool |
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Who sets out the rules |
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We will make the rules |
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Not you |
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Today you left us |
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As we watched you fly away |
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Can't say I really knew you |
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But I would have liked to see you stay |
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The reason why I smiled |
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When I said my last good bye |
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I knew |
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Bright insight |
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I will make my life worthwhile |
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Trust |
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I trust the insight |
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I will make my life worthwhile |
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Controlled by a conscience |
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That tells me what to do |
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And what not to |
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I'm nothing but a slave to a fool |
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Who is setting the rules |
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Please help me understand |
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Please help me understand this |
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Understand |
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Why should you waste your life |
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On something |
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You don't want to do |