| Racing and ranting and panting about
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| You seek silver linings but live in a cloud
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| Climbing and clamoring for new twisted toys
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| You pray for some silence and make so much noise
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| There’s that refrain again, «Please, don’t give up»
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| No doubt it was written by those at the top
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| We empathize with misery, 'cause we feel great
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| We care for the starving masses, with a full plate
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| And here’s some free advice, for you: Make sure we’re paid
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| Those who win early love to claim, it’s never too late, never too late
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| Defending, you send in new words for wars
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| You end up pretending to even the score
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| As you make your bed, so you’ve learned to lie
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| Blood’s thicker than water but it flows just like wine
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| There’s that refrain again, «Please, don’t give up»
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| No doubt it was written by those at the top
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| We empathize with misery, 'cause we feel great
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| We care for the starving masses, with a full plate
|
| And here’s some free advice, for you: Make sure we’re paid
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| Those who win early love to claim, it’s never too late
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| We empathize with misery, 'cause we feel great
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| We care for the starving masses, with a full plate
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| And here’s some free advice, for you: Make sure we’re paid
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| Those who win early love to claim, it’s never too late
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| (Never too late) |