| I try to never let stresses show
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| I’m a grade A privacy professional
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| Forget everything that I said before
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| At the finish line this is what you better know
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| Nobody knows
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| More than you
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| Don’t sympathize
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| My brain can’t draw simple lines
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| I keep it compartmentalized
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| You know I won’t call on Christmas time
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| And you know not to act all victimized
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| When we link up, it’s all synchronized
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| It’s all big glass beer bottles, twisted limes
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| A strong network uncentralized
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| Infrequent reunions with big goodbyes
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| But when your new shit’s procedural
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| It’s cause the old shit’s unrepeatable
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| Nobody knows
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| More than you
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| And if you can’t see the whole view
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| There’s a lot of shit I haven’t told you
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| We’re all just collections of past events
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| That’s why I’m so protective and passionate
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| And when it comes down to new folks
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| I’m extra selective of applicants
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| Question, can your perceptions be accurate
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| If we never made festivus sandwiches
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| Either we’ll get along really well
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| Or not mesh like weapons and pacifists
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| Descendants of Africans
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| One tribe, or separate savages
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| Is our ability to unify dependent on broadband connections and bandwidth?
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| And if you can’t see the whole view
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| There’s a lot of shit I haven’t told you |