| Love it or leave it
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| The choices are few
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| Where is the magic?
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| (wave your wand 'til your dreams come true)
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| I’m high on illusion
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| Like a fool who is truly in love
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| Whose act of suspension
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| Only proves there are wires above
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| Now you can see the ways things are
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| You can’t pretend you’re blind
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| Without a change of mind
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| You can’t have a change of heart
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| Give me a reason
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| Or give me a rhyme
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| One man’s high treason
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| Is another’s victimless crime
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| We say we want justice
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| To blind and binding on all
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| But nobody wants it (to be)
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| On their heads where the sword must fall
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| Why is everybody laughing at me?
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| Why is everybody happy but me?
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| I wait for a mountain
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| That won’t ever come
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| I feel just like Mohammed
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| (and perhaps a little bit dumb)
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| Others go climb it-
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| Ask them why, they reply «'cause it’s there!»
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| But me and my mountain
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| We’re not getting, getting nowhere
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| Why is everybody laughing at me?
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| Why is everybody happy but me?
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| While I was standing here
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| I got this wild idea
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| I thought everyone was laughing at me
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| Now you see the way things are
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| You can’t pretend you’re blind
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| You can’t have a change of heart
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| Without a change of mind
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| Now you see the way things are
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| You can’t pretend
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| Pretend that you’re blind
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| Stop talking, start walking!
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| Do something more than moving your mouth |