| Feel the paranoia all around you
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| The Emporor’s new clothes
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| Well no-one realy knows
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| On the fence there’s no where left to sit
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| Through Never-Never Land
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| The bland all lead the bland
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| And it makes me wanna cry
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| When we let the music die
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| But it’s all about control
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| And I know
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| If it don’t fit the picture
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| It don’t make the show
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| God bless the corporation
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| But there’s a line you gotta toe
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| And a risk ain’t an option
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| For someone like you
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| Monkey see, monkey do
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| At your time of life you should be leading
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| Not cowering in the dark
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| Jump when you think you see a spark
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| Bit it’s easier having no opinion
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| When all you do is wait
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| For somebody else to make mistakes
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| So you watch it from the wings
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| And just before the fat lady sings
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| That’s when you’re in there like a shot
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| Strike like it’s hot
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| And it’s a self fulfilling prophesy
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| You sat and you waited
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| Then you grabbed the glory
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| And everyone below you
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| Will grab the glory too
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| Monkey see, monkey do
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| When the sun goes down on you big-hitters
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| Cos the balance sheet’s a slap, when kids won’t pay for crap
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| And you centemplate it for a moment
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| Diminishing returns were all that you deserved
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| You might have got some off the ground
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| But nothing you did ever stuck around
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| And I wonder where you’ll go, I don’t know
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| I don’t know
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| But if it don’t fit the picture
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| It don’t make the show
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| God bless the corporation
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| But there’s a line you gotta toe
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| And a risk ain’t an option
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| For someone like you
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| Monkey see, monkey do
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| And everyone below you
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| Will claim the glory too
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| Monkey see, monkey do |