| You had a choice of life but decided to give in.
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| Exactly what you were suppose to be, you perfected so you could win.
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| Now your life’s a textbook, a figure, a paragraph.
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| Striving to be the best, you mock the ones who come in last.
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| (You always) Think yourself up Your always on patrol
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| (You always) Think yourself up Your best friend’s named control.
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| (Still laughing) You said, you didn’t say much
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| (Still laughing) You said I think your out of touch.
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| Prechorus:
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| It’s right, It’s wrong, somone’s always telling me,
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| It’s right, It’s wrong, somone’s always telling me,
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| It’s right, It’s wrong, somone’s always telling me.
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| Chorus:
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| Caught up in a social cutshow,
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| hit the lights so I can see,
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| caught up in what a lie.
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| My stages, my stages are my steps.
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| Open to understanding well if of nothing else.
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| (It's better) to sit half as long if it’s on something that you made.
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| (It's Better) to know yourself self-memory often fades.
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| Too many doubts, too many worries in your head.
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| Not ready to solve them your hanging by a thread.
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| (Still laughing) You said, you didn’t say much
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| (Still laughing) You said I think your out of touch.
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| Prechorus
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| Chorus
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| Prechorus
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| Keep talking, we don’t listen, we don’t care.
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| Your stories fading, your stories fading.
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| It’s too bad you’re caught up,
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| it’s too bad you’re in.
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| Celebrate your new life
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| in the social class you’re in.
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| And now you got new friends to follow yeah,
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| and now you got better things to do yeah.
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| You better think about who you’re gonna cut,
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| you better think about who you’re gonna cut down this time.
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| You’re cool, and everybody knows,
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| You’re cool, and it shows.
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| Your caught in a cutshow, caught up in what a lie |