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Quickly checking what company he's in |
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Absorbing values like a chameleon |
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His rhythm and his method have got out of line |
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When you sit on a fence you get a sore behind |
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Must not upset the apple cart |
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He'll choose your views today |
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Having some kinda conflict |
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Seems to get right in his way |
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Chorus |
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Whoa...Rubber Morals |
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Whoa...Rubber Morals |
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Whoa...Rubber Morals, Plasticine ideals |
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See how this one feels |
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The men in St. Peters will not agree to a slipping |
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on his conscience like he slips on a johnnie |
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He's a part time socialist and a part time tycoon |
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Flags of convenience fly in his cocoon |
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Must not upset the apple cart |
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Preserve the status quo |
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His heart felt convictions |
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Left a long time ago |
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A sign over his bed will testify |
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Is there nothing in his life from which he'd live or die |
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A pale shade of grey lines a vacant head |
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With our condom-nation you are blessed |
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Must not upset the apple cart |
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He'll choose your views today |
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Having some kinda conflict |
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Seems to get right in his way |
