| Loose yourself from the cellphone
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| Pretend you’re not even there
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| And if Market Management says so
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| Well, take cover behind your chair
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| You know, you’re running down the wrong track
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| When they’re only willing to pay
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| When you sell things to kids who cannot
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| Tell the difference between shit and clay
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| And who told the boss that you were
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| Tinkering with the fax machine
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| A few minutes before it broke down
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| And that you quickly left the crime scene
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| A few paper balls and a dustbin
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| Why not try something else instead?
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| Your body fluids still float freely
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| And there’s a cam above your head
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| Put every paper in the shredder
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| Destroy everything that was
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| It’s about time you stop working
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| For someone else’s cause
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| You shout «From now on it’s my own dreams!»
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| «I have overcome my fears»
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| And when you convey the message
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| You watch your family burst into tears |