| You ask me questions I can’t answer
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| Give me problems I can’t solve
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| Offer suggestions I can’t respect
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| Is there anything at all?
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| You give me reasons for your ideas
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| All the facts behind your thoughts
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| Tell me of your observations
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| And count the number of my faults
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| I hide a smile, I wear a frown
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| Always wanting to play the clown
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| I make my plan, I lose a chance
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| As I perform a long death dance
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| Life or death, it’s all straight up
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| Make my choice, and throw it up
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| Shot glass full, down the hatch
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| My mind’s made up, no second chance
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| You ask me questions I can’t answer
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| Give me problems I can’t solve
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| Offer suggestions I can’t respect
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| Is there anything at all?
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| Life or death, it’s all straight up
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| Make my choice, and throw it up
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| Shot glass full, down the hatch
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| My mind’s made up, no second chance |