| Look, can you see things, when they show you
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| What they want you to know
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| Watch what you don’t see, on the TV
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| When they hide the truth
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| Feel, how it hurts you
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| When the truth hides, in between the scenes
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| Cry, from the broken-hearted melody
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| That you hear in your dreams
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| Wow it’s a runaway
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| Can you catch it? |
| It’s not in your hands
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| Slow, easy does it
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| When you find out, what deception means
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| Try, try to change it
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| Cause it hurts you and it holds back your dreams
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| Dreams of a New World
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| Evolution of the species to survive, truth that screams
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| Call, in the darkness
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| For the moment, of clear thinking joy
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| Laugh, when you find out
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| That the story that’s spoken has broken like a toy
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| Lost, in the sandbox
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| Just left there, for no one to enjoy
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| Found, by the police
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| Who killed it, were filmed on the phone
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| Texas Rangers, had to ride in
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| To the rescue of all that’s well and good
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| Texas Rangers, in pickups
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| Painted silver with bulldogs on the hood
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| Texas Rangers, come to save you
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| Come to rescue the bad and the good
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| Texas Rangers, (on the backroads) on the freeways
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| And in your neighborhood
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| Texas Rangers
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| Texas Rangers
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| Texas Rangers
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| Texas Rangers |