| There’s a secret to society
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| I’m serious, why would they lie to me?
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| And I believe it, I believe it
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| Paid good money for the book
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| Based on the movie and the dieting
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| There are rules on the quiet
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| And you can break 'em if you buy it
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| Just go easy, it’s a drug
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| And if you like it you’ll go find
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| Some ancient book to justify it
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| I can’t sleep
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| Can’t taste, can’t eat
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| Can’t fake, can’t be
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| Can’t not
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| So if you’re at the end of Rope Street
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| Relegated to the nosebleeds
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| There’s a reason, the solution
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| They’re proposing with the pistol
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| And the pulpit seems too easy
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| Hard to see what you can’t see
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| Is my yellow someone’s green?
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| I can’t sleep
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| Can’t taste, can’t eat
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| Can’t fake, can’t be
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| Can’t not
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| Hard to see what you can’t see
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| Is my yellow someone’s green?
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| I can’t sleep
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| Can’t taste, can’t eat
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| Can’t fake, can’t be
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| Can’t not
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| Hard to see what you can’t see
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| Is my yellow someone’s green?
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| Hard to see what
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| Hard to see what
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| Hard to see what
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| Hard to see what |