| Only know what I’m told, only know what I’m told
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| Fast asleep, daydreaming
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| Start to push, break your own glass ceiling
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| Can’t count, catch the pieces falling
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| Who?
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| Who?
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| Who let it end up on the ground?
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| Who?
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| Who?
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| How am I gonna know you’re letting me down?
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| How’d I end up on the ground?
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| Only do what I’m told, only do what I’m told
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| Last to leave, cold calling
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| You’re gonna lose your arms
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| Amputate, Plasticine
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| There’s no knight in silver armor, shining
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| Who?
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| Who?
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| Who let it end up on the ground?
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| Who?
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| Who?
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| How am I gonna know I’m letting you down?
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| Who?
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| Who?
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| Who let it end up on the ground?
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| How did he end up on the ground?
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| Face down on the ground
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| Only go where I’m told, only know what I’m told
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| Inch to inches, crowding
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| We can’t leave, it’s the last road open
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| Every speed on our knees is crawling
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| Every speed on our knees is crawling
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| Every speed on our knees is crawling
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| Every speed on our knees is crawling |