| And every generation’s got
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| The fearless few who can’t be bought
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| They don’t take polls or look around
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| They act on truth, and then they stand their ground
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| Come up and see the world stripped bare
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| The free indeed
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| They breathe a rarified air
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| Yeah, they got spirit
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| Yeah, they got game
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| And some get christened
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| With a righteous-sounding name
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| Cornelius
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| And every generation knows
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| The doers do, the posers pose
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| 'Cause every time the plop goes fizz
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| Another yes-man gets his
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| Come up and see the big man’s boss
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| The mind clears out when you’re taking up the cross
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| Yeah, his burden’s easy
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| No, it don’t chafe
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| It’s God’s safe harbor
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| Why play it safe?
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| Cornelius
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| Core-strong like a centurion
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| I wanna be Cornelius
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| Core-strong like a centurion
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| I wanna be Cornelius
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| His kneel is real
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| His kneel is real
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| What rhymes with Cornelius?
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| Helium
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| The cor is before a kneel, a kneel
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| The i is an e in us, in us He’s ready to fight but not to fuss
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| We like, we like Cornelius
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| And history proves the axiom
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| Surface skimmers choke on scum
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| Who’s calling deep?
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| Who opens wide?
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| Who put the just in justified?
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| Check, check it out — the view you get
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| It’s God’s high-wire
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| There isn’t any net
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| Show a little spirit
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| Show you got game
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| Show you know
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| We know, we know
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| You know what’s in a name
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| He’s ready to fight
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| But not to fuss
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| Cornelius
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| He isn’t a wuss
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| He never was
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| Cornelius |