| That ivory tower’s looking tattered and tired 'round the eyes
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| Ain’t getting much sleep at night
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| My daddy told me, «politicians never learn the golden rule. |
| Do unto others,
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| as you’d have them do to you.»
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| But you go 'round and around it
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| You go over and under
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| I go through
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| Food on the table, running car, and tuck my kids in at night
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| The American Dream in real life, yeah
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| My mom’s an Angel, cigarette smoke like a halo 'round her hair
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| Sun is shining right behind her standing there
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| You go 'round and around it
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| You go over and under
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| I go through
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| You go 'round and around it
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| You go over and under
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| I go through
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| You break my legs, then make me walk
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| You seal my lips, then demand I talk
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| You blind my eyes, then ask me if I like what you drew
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| Yeah, you do
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| You go 'round and around it
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| You go over and under
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| I go through
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| Oh, through, oh
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| My kid, he asked me, «daddy, when you coming home to me from work?»
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| If I’m being honest, man, that hurt
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| So I go 'round and around it
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| I go over and under
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| He goes through
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| You break my legs, then make me walk
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| You seal my lips, and demand I talk
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| You blind my eyes, then ask me if I like what you drew
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| Yeah, you do
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| You go 'round and around it
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| You go over and under
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| I go through
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| I go 'round and around it
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| I go over and under
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| She goes through
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| We go 'round and around it
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| We go over and under
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| We go through |