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How many of them can you string along |
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How many of them can you bring to us |
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How many of them can you string along |
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How long before they all wisen up |
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How many of them can you string along |
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How many of them can you bring to us |
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Turn it up Ringmaster your final lullaby |
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Let's see how your genius is fully realised |
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The Emperor's standing naked, how much longer, can he fake it |
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All night, repeat it ten times we've, we've got it |
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I know what is expected here, i'm not a child and, i won't be blindsided |
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I know what is expected here |
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You're the one detached from daily existence |
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And i don't like your foolish suits folk hero shtick |
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Micromanage take the sky from touch the people feed the ego |
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But look me in the eyes to spout your bullshit |
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Darling of every muse or, fair-weather friend |
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Prance around amphitheaters in your swelled head |
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Smoke clears and mirrors shatter, a bargain Broadway, mock Mad Hatter |
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Pack it in, please pack it in now, i've got this |
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I know what is expected here, i'm not a child and, i won't be blindsided |
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I know what is expected here |
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You're the one detached from daily existence |
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And i don't like your foolish suits folk hero shtick |
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Micromanage take the sky from touch the people feed the ego |
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But look me in the eyes to spout your bullshit |
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How many of them can you string along |
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How many of them can you bring to us |
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Would it kill you to lose attention |
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How many of them can you string along |
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How long before they all wisen up |
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Would it kill you to lose attention |
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How many of them can you string along |
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How many of them can you bring to us |
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Would it kill you to lose attention |
