| You think you’ve got it baby
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| You’ve got it figured out, and
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| You’re quite certain you can
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| See things clear
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| You only scratch the surface
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| So sure it’s quite enough, you
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| Don’t ever dig, don’t ever get
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| Too near
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| But things that you see ain’t
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| Always what they seem to be
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| And things that you hear ain’t always true
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| So you think you know
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| Just who I am
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| Well hello, I’m afraid
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| You know nothing man
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| Cause yet you’ve only read
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| The first few lines
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| In the book about the story
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| Of the secrets in my life
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| You need to keep it simple
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| Not make a muddle of it
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| There’s just one truth in
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| Your conception of life
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| You think at takes a quick glance
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| And then you know it all, cause
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| You think the world is based on stereotypes
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| But things that you see ain’t
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| Always what they seem to be
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| And things that you hear ain’t always true
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| It’s clear as crystal
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| That’s what you say
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| You need no guidance
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| In any way
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| Well it may get to you
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| Some day |