| Some folks try
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| To multiply
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| From sunrise to sunset
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| Leave behind
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| More of their kind
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| So no one will forget
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| But that ain’t where I’m coming from — today
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| Those easy girls don’t turn me on — anyway
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| I wanna know where my pride has gone
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| The party’s over
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| Caught in a dream
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| Inside this world machine
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| Teachers teach
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| And preachers preach
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| Of spiritual evolution
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| But this big I am
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| From uncle sham
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| Just adds to my confusion
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| I’ve seen his face, I’ve heard his song — before
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| But I don’t care what time he’s on — anymore
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| I must have been on the streets too long
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| The party’s over
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| Caught in a dream
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| Inside this world machine
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| I find myself outside your door
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| Trying to make it like before
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| But you don’t follow what I say
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| And I can tell by your smile
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| You’re no longer a child
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| That part of you was buried yesterday …
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| … who knows
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| Why they come and where they go
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| In this world machine?
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| It’s the chosen fools
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| Who make the rules
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| That don’t apply to me
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| With their fast-car games
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| And counter claims
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| Not my reality
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| And I don’t know if I belong — today
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| I don’t know why my friends have gone — away
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| I must have been on the streets too long
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| The party’s over
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| Caught in a dream
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| Inside this world machine
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| (don't knock the system — we’ll knock some sense in you
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| Don’t beat the system — there’s nothing you can do) |