| You Want A Piece Of The Cake It’s Not Yours For The Taking,
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| You Make A Hen Out Of A Feather With The Proof That You’re Faking,
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| You Play Your Cards Like You’re Sitting On All Of The Aces,
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| But You Don’t Even Know What A Real Poker Face Is
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| You Take What You Can Get From What’s Left On The Table,
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| You Make Facts Out Of Fiction Based On Rumours And Fables,
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| You’re Waiting For A Chance To Get A Share Of What They Created,
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| You Want A Foot In The Door When History’s In The Making
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| Chorus: You’re Chasing Waterfalls To Make Your Way Upstream,
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| You’re Eating Sleeping Pills To Reach Your Highest Dreams,
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| Your Mediocracy Takes YOu To New Extremes,
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| You’re Two Times Bitter But You’re None The Wiser
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| You Never Participate In The Collective Agreements,
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| But Take Credit Where You Can For Other Peoples Achievements,
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| Then You Break Down And Cry When All Your Great Expectations,
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| Are Pulled From Under Your Feet And Turn Into Desperation
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| (Chorus)
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| Where Can You Go,
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| What Can You Say,
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| Who Can You Turn To,
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| To Get It Into Your Head? |