| Three blind mice as we’re lost in the maze route, lookin' for the easiest
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| possible way out.
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| Day in and day out, you run into a closed road.
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| Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
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| What they don’t know is that it belongs to a fool.
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| Choosing wants over needs, singing songs of a mule.
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| Carrying their burdens when you barely know the person,
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| And that is the difference between a pharaoh and a servant.
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| I choose to serve no man but serve mankind,
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| At the same time avoiding all of Earth’s landmines.
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| You step in it and you blow up,
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| You exit or you grow up, or get locked up.
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| The pigs catch ya eating donuts.
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| But I’d rather rhyme bars than sit behind bars.
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| How can a prison cell contain this shining bright star.
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| They have no idea what I could do in a minute’s time.
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| Break down the walls of the maze and run through the finish line. |