| Throw the stick and I’ll run to pick it
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| Blindly believing the win-win deal is real
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| Still, all I’m dealing with is my own greed
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| Deceiving me
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| I wait for reward like a good corporate whore
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| Hungry for more, wanting it all
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| Well, no more
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| I don’t recognise myself anymore
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| I’ve shouted till my throat is sore
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| Don’t care who wins and who don’t
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| The game’s no longer on
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| Catch me!
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| Never, never can
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| Chase me!
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| Never, never
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| Grab me!
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| Never, never can
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| Face me!
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| Never, never
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| So it continues on and on
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| Bigger, faster, louder more and more
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| This race can never be won
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| Time being the only thing I can’t afford
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| My soul is not for sale
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| I spit out the bait
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| Cause it’s never too late
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| To check the time and date
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| To quit the chase
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| Rearrange the ways I operate
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| Clashing, irrational
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| My point of view may be out of fashion
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| But this protest comes with passion
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| Catch me!
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| Never, never can
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| Chase me!
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| Never, never
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| Grab me!
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| Never, never can
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| Face me!
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| Never, never
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| Fire, fire burn it down!
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| Fire, fire to the ground!
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| Unpredictable
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| Can’t be controlled
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| My mind is not imprisoned anymore
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| I don’t know where to go
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| Or what happens next
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| I’m perplexed
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| You seem vexed
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| No stress, we passed the test
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| This was never about excess
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| Nevertheless, I won’t give up yet
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| I haven’t run out of dreams
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| Never seazed to believe
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| And anxiously wait and see
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| What the future brings
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| Not again will I feel inside me
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| Deflated, empty
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| Now I speak, now I make the rules
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| Proudly carry my views like the family jewels
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| I won’t justify my moves
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| Cause I’m immune
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| When I’ve got nothing to lose
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| Fire, fire burn it down!
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| Fire, fire to the ground! |