| I know you think that you are perfect
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| So fred astaire, so joan of arc
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| I see the light that shines around you
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| And leaves you standing in the dark
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| cos youre in debt up to your eyeballs
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| Youve no idea how much thing cost
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| Youre so high on higher purpose
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| You dont know what youve lost
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| You dont know what youve lost
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| And you should get back down
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| You get so proud because youre humble
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| You cut off truth from what is true
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| Youll blame your problems on anything
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| Except you
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| You dont take criticism easy
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| I see those handfuls of hair
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| And when some poor fool attempts to You get up on your high horse, yeah, of course
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| You get up on your high horse
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| And you should get back down
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| You say no-one can kill a notion
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| Then watch one bleed to death each day
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| Say it once, and say it with emotion
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| But watch what you say
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| cos youll hate something on a monday
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| Tuesday you love it out of fear
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| Youre blind by wednesday with your head in the clouds
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| You say"its heaven up here"
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| Weekends, its heaven up here
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| Well, you should get back down
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| You know if jesus was a rent boy
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| Then God was his pimp
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| The people in power they squeezed him
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| Until he went limp
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| If the new messiah called here
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| First, wed put him on hold,
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| Get him a deal and a good-looking haircut
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| Wed make him look less old
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| Less good and less old
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| Tell him to get back down |