| All your life
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| Holding scared people back
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| All your life
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| Defending your attack
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| I can’t feel my face now, anyway
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| And all my ticks will soon betray
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| That I am long checked out of this fight
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| And teaching lessons never learned
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| Authority you’ve never earned
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| Must be nice to always be right
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| If we can skip the third degree
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| I’ll surrender to you happily
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| I’m ready to repeat the charade
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| I’ll drool into my loving cup
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| A master-class in shutting up
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| Let’s wallow in the mess that we’ve made
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| You can’t wipe off your happy face
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| You’re proud to be a sad disgrace
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| One more arm that’s fit to be tied
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| All your life
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| A litany that reads like a poem
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| A symphony of sticks and stones
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| I’ll drool into my loving cup
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| A master-class in fucking up
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| Wallow in this mess of our own
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| I can’t feel my face now, anyway
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| And all my ticks will soon betray
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| That I am long checked out of this fight |