| Remember me when I met you back in chicago?
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| Filthy bum (twenty plus some) with an old platitude
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| «mending fences or mending souls»
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| That was all you had to say
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| But fate was fair my friend
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| Now it’s your turn to walk in my place
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| Tell me how’s the view from down there-
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| Come on don’t you like it?
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| Suddenly you are no one and you feel like a freak
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| Down and out you just might find out who you
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| Really are
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| Sorry I can’t join you right now
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| I’d love to stay but can’t be late for my happy hour
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| Now don’t get caught up in your paranoia
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| Just accept that we both —
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| Lose if there’s a confrontation
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| Well I think we’ve got to find
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| Some good excuse with a prospect of detente
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| But standing my ground
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| I have drawn the line
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| Past which there can be no more compromise
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| Somebody help me find a way out of it
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| I’m quite sure there must be
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| More than meets the eye
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| A matter of what’s inside
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| Pretending my soul can hide from the outside
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| When everyone can see we’re hiding tragedy
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| Social marginal-
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| Setting the stage for our power struggle
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| Social marginal-
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| Engaging you in a test of wills
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| Social marginal-
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| No diversions please
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| It’s time to wear your gameface
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| It’s time to wear it now… just put it on
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| Now don’t get caught up in your paranoia
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| Just accept that we both
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| Lose if there’s a confrontation
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| And it’s all we’ve got to find
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| A crucible can’t we compromise?
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| Now
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| Somebody help me find a way out of it
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| I’m quite sure there must be
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| More than meets the eye
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| A matter of what’s inside
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| Pretending my soul can hide from the outside
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| When everyone can see we’re hiding tragedy
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| Now
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| Social marginal-
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| Setting the stage for our power struggle
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| Social marginal-
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| Engaging you in a test of wills
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| Social marginal-
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| No diversions please
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| It’s time to wear your gameface
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| It’s time to wear it now — right now
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| Mending fences, mending souls?
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| Read between the lines and you’ll know
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| Now
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| Now it’s your turn to accept me-
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| Now
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| …but caught up in your own self-righteousness
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| All you can do is say — «you first» |