| Well, I heard the blinker’s on
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| I heard we’re changing lanes
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| I heard he likes to race
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| I heard that six or seven words he likes to use
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| Are always in bad taste
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| And I heard that Monday’s just a word we say
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| Every seven times around
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| And then we pin the tail on Tuesday
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| Watch those strings go up and down
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| The elephant in the room begins to dance
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| The cameras zoom into
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| His mouth begins to move
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| Those hateful words he uses
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| I don’t care for your paranoid
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| Us against them walls
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| I don’t care for your careless
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| Me first gimme gimme appetite at all
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| And all the real estate in my mind is for sale
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| It’s all been subdivided
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| Divided into reasons why
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| My two opposing thoughts at once are fine
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| The residue from the price tag
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| On the tip of my tongue
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| The words don’t come they go
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| How many likes I gotta get
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| Before I know the truth
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| And the truth is
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| Season three will be a great reason
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| To forget all about reality’s
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| A slippery slope
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| Watch the TV scream and shout it
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| I don’t care for your paranoid
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| Us against them fearful kind of walls
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| I don’t care for your careless
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| Me first gimme gimme appetite at all
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| Now I heard the blinker’s on
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| I heard we’re changing lanes
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| I heard we need more space
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| I heard that six or seven words are in bad taste
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| It’s absurd to believe that we might
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| Deserve anything
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| As if its balanced in the end
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| And the good guys always win
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| I don’t care for your paranoid
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| Us against them fearful kind of walls
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| I don’t care for your careless
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| Me first gimme gimme appetite
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| With the residue from the price tag
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| On those two opposing thoughts in my mind
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| Us against them fearful kind of walls |