| Hello chaos my old friend
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| We finally got there in the end
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| I found a loophole in the law
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| I stumbled then I crawled through
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| Never frightened that that noose would tighten
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| I felt enlightened
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| My senses heightened
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| Yet all this time you’ve been inclined
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| To watch me from the sidelines
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| Miles from the frontline
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| Hoping that some sniper
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| Had picked off this magic piper
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| To shoot the messenger
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| That’s what’s obsessing ya
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| You only kick me when I’m down
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| When I get up you come around
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| You come around, you say I’m great
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| You’re only twenty years too late
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| Well where I lived
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| Don’t make no bones
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| Was several feet below a stone
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| Far from appalled
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| I was enthralled
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| The snake that slithered learned to crawl
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| Through the quagmire of my mislaid plans
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| That backfired
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| I felt enlightened
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| My senses heightened
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| You called me up
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| To wish me luck
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| To let me know this business sucks
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| Let’s change it
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| Let’s rearrange it
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| So why do I get the feeling
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| That there’s something you’re concealing?
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| That it’s a put on
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| You scratch your foot on
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| You only kick me when I’m down
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| When I get up you come around
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| You come around, you say I’m great
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| You’re only twenty years too late
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| Did I do something to make you hate me?
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| It’s funny how you thought you’d break me
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| You’re too late
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| Too much
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| Too soon
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| How high
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| The moon
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| Too little
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| Toolate
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| Too bad
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| That’s the breaks |