| You do everything right for all the wrong reasons
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| And you use all the tricks of the trade
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| From the tip of your toes to the tip of your tongue
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| You’ve carefully planned your crusade
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| It’s all surface no substance, all payed in advance
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| But you’re the one paying the price
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| And the only thing left will be a hole in your pocket
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| When everyone else gets their slice/has been given their slice
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| Where are you now, what have you done
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| What have you got left, what have you become
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| You had the world in your hands but it slipped through
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| Your fingers and now look at what you’ve become
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| The masterplan wasn’t yours you were just the excuse
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| To squeeze out some juice from the fruit
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| And nobody cares about your personal life
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| All you are is the latest recruit
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| The sweet smell of success has a foul aftertaste
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| And when you’ve lost your place in the sun
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| What you won’t do for you love you just do for money
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| So you’d best take the money you can and then run
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| Where are you now, what have you done
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| You had the world in your hands but it slipped through
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| Your fingers and now look at what you’ve become
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| Where are you now, what have you done
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| What have you got left, what have you become
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| There are no rules in the book that apply to the game
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| The truth comes like a slap in the face
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| And the next runner up gets a moment to shine
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| In the spotlight once you’ve lost your place
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| Keep on wearing that suit for as long as it fits
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| And pretend that it’s not wearing you
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| And while your busy being somebody you’re not
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| You’re much better off not even having a clue |