| Circumstances changed the game again*
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| We don’t want it to depend on something that is out of our hands
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| So we search for something we can blame again
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| Even if we have to frame again
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| The easy way out is in high demand
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| Screw trying to understand
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| Put it in your pocket, lock it, close it up for keeps
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| Sweep it under the rug, turn your head, close your eyes, shrug, sigh
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| Lie it on the floor and walk by
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| C’mon man what’s buggin' you?
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| All you gotta do is…
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| I feel we’ve been past all these things before
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| Declared them all worth fighting for
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| Or maybe I was just sick that day
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| Civil rights do not exist
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| 1929 was just an itch
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| And the earth is made of plastic
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| You could throw it all way
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| And it’ll magically decay today
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| Put it in your pocket, lock it, close it up for keeps
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| Sweep it under the rug, turn your head, close your eyes, shrug, sigh
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| Lie it on the floor and walk by
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| C’mon man what’s buggin' you?
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| It’s enough to make me cry
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| Circumstances change the game again now
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| Let’s not let it all depend on something that is out of our hands
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| Put it in your pocket, lock it, close it up for keeps
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| Sweep it under the rug, turn your head, close your eyes, shrug, sigh
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| Lie it on the floor and walk by
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| C’mon man what’s buggin' you?
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| It’s enough to make me cry |