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I started to cry, they put gin in my cup |
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I started to crawl, and they swaddled me up |
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I got up and run, they said "Easy, son, |
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Play up, play the game" |
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They told me to think and forget what I'd heard |
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They told me to lie and they questioned my word |
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They told me to fail, better sink than sail, |
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Just play the game |
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Oh, towers will tumble and locusts will visit the land |
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Oh, a curse on your house and your children and the fruit of your hand |
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They said "You can't win. You can't win. |
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You sweat blood. You give in. |
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You can't win. You can't win. |
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Turn the cheek. Take it on the chin. |
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Don't you dare do this. Don't you dare do that" |
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We shoot down dreams, we stiletto in the back |
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Oh the nerve of some people, the nerve of some people, |
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The nerve of some |
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I don't know who you think you are, who you think you are |
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Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons? |
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Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues |
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Ah better to leave than stay here and grieve |
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And play the game |
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Don't waken the dead as you sleepwalk around |
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If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound |
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Just stand there and rust, die if you must |
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But play the game |
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Oh, if we can't have it, why should a wretch like you? |
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Oh, it was drilled in our heads, now we drill it into your head too. |
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They said "You can't win. You can't win. |
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You sweat blood. You give in. |
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You can't win. You can't win. |
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Turn the cheek. Take it on the chin. |
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Don't you dare do this. Don't you dare do that" |
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We shoot down dreams, we stiletto in the back |
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Oh, the nerve of some people, the nerve of some people, |
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The nerve of some people |
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I don't know who you think you are |
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The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people |
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The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people |
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The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people |
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The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people |
