| The sideways man walks on his hands
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| Can’t keep from dragging his feet
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| And when he tries
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| I try
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| They twist his arms to get a headstart
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| Tycoons love hitting the jackpot
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| To get back what they’ve lost
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| He’d have to raise the bar
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| The desert heat left us all in the dark
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| Buried the sun so I carried the torch
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| Head over heels with eyes on the prize
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| I settled for less and it’s more than enough
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| Just say when
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| Truth be told, I’d rather be sold
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| Than juggle stepping stones
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| But when he tries
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| I try
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| They all take part to get a headstart
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| Big whigs love hitting the jackpot
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| He’s taking all the cheap shots
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| The referee was wrong
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| The way they left us all in the dark
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| They buried the sun so I carried the torch
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| The way they left our eyes on the prize
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| I’ve settled for less and it’s more than enough
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| Just say when
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| The way they left us all in the dark
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| They buried the sun so I carried the torch
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| The way they left our eyes on the prize
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| I’ve settled for less and it’s more than enough
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| The way they left us all in the dark
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| Head over heels just say enough
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| Just say when |