| So what have we learned
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| From this life they made us do?
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| I wasted all my time
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| On loving you
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| They lined us up
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| And paired off in twos
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| Laughing that they pulled off
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| This elaborate ruse
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| You control the world
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| When you control the news
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| And we refuse to choose
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| Leaving us no choice but to…
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| Destroy the children
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| Before they are the masters
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| Dressing in monkey suits
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| And causing their own disasters
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| And please
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| Make sure they suffer dearly
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| Because I don’t suffer fools
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| Unless I state this more clearly
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| So what do we do
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| When we live and we don’t learn
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| We throw our hearts in a fire
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| And watch them burn
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| They line us up
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| To wait here for our turn
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| For congrue with a taste
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| We can discern
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| You’re never found guilty
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| If courts never adjourn
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| And let’s use all of that money
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| We never earn to…
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| Destroy the children
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| Before they have the answer
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| And replace the singer-songwriter with
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| Autotune dancers
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| And please
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| Make sure they learn their lesson
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| Because it’s clear they don’t know
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| With whom they are messing
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| And before you cast me as the dunce
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| I am well aware I was a child once
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| With a destiny only ambition hunts
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| All you gentlemen are such royal cunts
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| Draw like mars
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| To impossible stunts of love
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| So what do we do
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| When learned how to live
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| We give back all of the advice
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| We were too young to give
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| Dress our love up
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| With many an expletive
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| And pouring all of our love
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| Through a rusty sieve as we…
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| Destroy the children
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| Before they destroy each other
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| And imprison Lindsay Lohan
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| Before she becomes a mother
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| And please
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| Like she’s the virgin Mary
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| Polluting our souls
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| With Hollywood dysentery |