| Well once we were concerned
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| That we grew up to be bored
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| What once resembled rules
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| Sure enough turned into jokes
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| We tried to stand for nothing
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| Now there’s nothing to stand for
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| What started as a game
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| Became a chore before too long
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| I don’t mean to sound tight
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| But I see it’s hard to fake
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| So rather this than talk
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| Get your keys and get to work
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| Cause them that do nothing make no mistakes
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| Where once we asked for lessons
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| Now it’s all to be ignored
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| How do we trust the speaker
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| When his calling is to call?
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| I don’t mean to sound tight
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| But I see it’s hard to take
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| So rather this than talk
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| Get your keys and get to work
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| Cause them that do nothing make no mistakes
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| Well once we all were told
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| And we took it all as truth
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| If we worked hard and behaved
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| We’d be anything we’d choose
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| And we used to all be happy
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| While pretending that we weren’t
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| Now the smiles upon our faces
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| Show how much it all must hurt
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| I don’t mean to sound tight
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| But I see it’s hard to fake
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| So rather this than talk
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| Get your keys and get to work
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| Cause them that do nothing |