| What are you changing?
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| Who do you think you’re changing?
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| You can’t change things, we’re all stuck in our ways
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| It’s like trying to clean the ocean
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| What do you think you can drain it?
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| Well it was poison and dry long before you came
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| But you can wake up younger under the knife
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| And you can wake up sounder if you get analyzed
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| And I better wake up There but for the grace of God, go I It’s hard to believe your prophets
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| When they’re asking you to change things
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| But with their suspect lives we look the other way
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| Are you really that pure, Sir?
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| Thought I saw you in Vegas
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| It was not pretty, but she was
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| But she will wake up wealthy
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| And you will wake up 45
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| And she will wake up with babies
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| There but for the grace of God, go I What am I fighting for?
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| The cops are at the front door
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| I can’t escape that way, the windows are in flames
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| And what’s that on your ankle?
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| You say they’re not coming for you
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| But house arrest is really just the same
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| Like when you wake up behind the bar
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| Trying to remember where you are
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| Having crushed all the pretty things
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| There but for the grace of God, go I But I still believe
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| And I will rise up with fists
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| And I will take what’s mine mine mine
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| There but for the grace of God, go I There but for the grace of God, go I There but for the grace of God, go I There but for the grace of God, go I |