| I find myself staring at the shelf*
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| With a hundred boxes and I need some help
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| They all look the same and each seem to claim
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| That they’re better than the other one
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| And on second thought I don’t
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| Need another answer to a phony problem
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| ‘Cause everywhere I go, everything I see
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| Everything is sold to me
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| «It's made just for you»
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| Now I hope you don’t think that’s true
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| It’s made from the man with the cash in hand
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| For you to buy into
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| And when it breaks
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| However long that may take
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| It won’t be long before the next comes along
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| And sell a new mistake
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| ‘Cause if you want it then, they’ll sell it you
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| In a box so beautiful it blinds your point of view
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| Don’t buy it then, they’ll wrap it up again
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| Twice the price for bad advice
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| As long as you keep buyin'
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| It’s not what you need
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| It’s how you fuel the want you feed
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| Mr. Follow often holds the hands of Ms. Lead (mislead)
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| It’s something new
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| Or becoming long overdue
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| Simon says it’s not what it is man
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| It’s how it’s sold to you
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| If you want it then, you’re sold before you even know it begins
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| It doesn’t matter even |