| Listen up, sit up straight, that’s the only way you’ll get a break
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| Sitting still ain’t such a bitter pill, for goodness' sake
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| For twelve years and it won’t be the last time
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| I shake every time that I think it through
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| Obedience was the golden rule
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| Aim so low
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| That you can’t miss your mark
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| And you played the part so long
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| You forgot what you are
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| Had some friends, played it straight, in the end they started to resist
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| The weight of the world it nearly broke their wrists
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| And now those wrists are slit
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| And it hurts every time that I think it through
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| That we learn to expect to lose
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| Aim so low
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| That you can’t miss your mark
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| And you played the part so long
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| You forgot what you are
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| And can you walk away, can you walk alone?
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| Can you raise your fist and stand up on your own?
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| Can’t let them pull the strings, they’ve held you way too long
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| Can’t let them tell you what to think, can’t let them tell you
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| Aim so low
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| That you can’t miss your mark
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| And you played the part so long
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| You forgot what you are |