| Tidy your books up
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| Put them under your bed
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| And gather your thoughts up
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| But keep 'em in your head
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| Be careful what you wish for
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| Be careful what you dream
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| They let you sing your songs, son
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| But they’ll never hear you scream
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| Button your coat up
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| Take shelter from the rain
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| They want you to be like them
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| But you can never be the same
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| 'Cause you’re standing on the outside
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| They’ll never let you in
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| They’ll let you play the game, son
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| But they’ll never let you win
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| Never let them bare witness
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| To the tears in your eyes
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| And never take a handshake
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| From the prophets and their lies
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| 'Cause they put you in the wrong line
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| You’ve been crying out for more
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| They’ve given you the key, son
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| But you’ll never find the door
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| You’ve fallen like an angel
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| Stranded on the earth
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| They let you see their riches
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| They never tell you what you’re worth
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| They’ve put you in the back seat
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| While they’re heading for the sun
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| And if you’re waiting for the rapture
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| The day will never come
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| The day will never come…
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| The day will never come…
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| The day will never come…
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| The day will never come…
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| The day will never come…
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| The day will never come…
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| The day will never come…
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| The day will never come…
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| The day will never come…
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| The day will never come… |