| It seems the pen is much mightier
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| Then the sword that slices for answers
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| You distract me with a smooth sleight of hand
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| This lab rat is running out of gas
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| A policy of don’t tell and never ask
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| This unholy alliance couldn’t be more bland
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| It’s my collective amnesia
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| It only helps me to forget so much
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| Reinforced I don’t need ya
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| Think that be enough
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| In the center with all rifles drawn
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| Smiling at the targets my eyes are on
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| The same ol' shit couldn’t be more stale
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| And I got proof with a paper trail
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| The boat sail in different directions
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| Stark naked without protection
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| Keep tight with all my Freudian slips
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| It’s my collective amnesia
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| It only helps me to forget so much
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| Reinforced I don’t need ya
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| Think that be enough
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| In the center with all rifles drawn
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| Smiling at the targets my eyes are on
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| The same ol' shit couldn’t be more stale
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| And I got proof with a paper trail
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| Standing in the center with all rifles drawn
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| Smiling at the targets my eyes are on
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| Empty out every shattered shell
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| 'Cause I got goods with this paper trail |