| I tease it to forget when you have seen it all before
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| I will be going through the motions as I lead you at the bar
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| You can get drinks and I will bring this city to its knees
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| I’ve got the answers up my sleeve
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| And I’ll go toe to toe with your success
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| Trading blow for blow
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| I will lose one hope
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| Withering but beautiful career
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| For this exercise in patience
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| For this glorious mess
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| Take it back to beginning
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| Tired of color to demise
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| Give us something to believe in
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| Give us something we can trust
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| I will be dressed for the occasion
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| All I touch will turn to dust
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| And it isn’t quite the same way
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| You’ve seen how the trick is done
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| You can feed me to the masses
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| It this cold thing sets it off
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| To fill those spaces in-between
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| You can wave and wait to see
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| But there is no waste for the memory
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| And there’s no room for the weak
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| And I’ll go toe to toe with your success
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| Trading blow for blow
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| I will lose one hope
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| Withering but beautiful career
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| For this exercise in me
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| For this glorious mess
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| Take it back to the beginning
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| Tie our colors to the mast
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| And I’ll go toe to toe with your success
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| Trading blow for blow
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| I will lose one hope
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| Withering but beautiful career
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| For this exercise in patience
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| For this glorious mess
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| Take it back to go away
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| Tired of color to demise |