| Survey the property for signs of life
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| Don’t let others continue waiting
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| Wax for lie on intellectual rights
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| And nostalgia will turn to cave in
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| A hundred ways for you to get this down
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| Jaded and shaded, it’s a tarnished institution now
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| Face-planting on agreements, which I won’t discuss
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| A change of scenery and style will never be enough
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| To make a presence last
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| To make illusions toward your past
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| Alright
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| Who needs to keep score
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| Who needs hired help
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| When you can safely survive all by yourself?
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| Collect the foregrounds, waging common sense
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| Ignoring castle, while the history repeats itself
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| Did you set the trap?
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| Did you snap the neck?
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| Are you the lasting impression or the new illusion of your past?
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| Fateful lives
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| Catalogs reviving countless references in which I used to sing along
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| But now every note sounds wrong
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| Patience makes purpose
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| You took meetings with everyone you know
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| But you have no idea what you’re doing
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| So I drew the curtains
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| Canceled meetings with everyone I knew
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| 'Cause I have no idea what you’re doing
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| It’s not safe for consumption
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| You took meetings with everyone you know
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| But you have no idea what you’re doing
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| Oh, you have no idea what you’re doing
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| And so my youth keeps on searching
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| Leaving meetings with everyone I know
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| And I have no idea what you’re doing
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| You have no idea what you’re doing
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| We might’ve spoken before but your tone did the speaking
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| A hundred ways for you to let us down
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| Jaded and shaded, it’s a tarnished institution now
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| A hundred ways for you to let us down
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| Jaded and shaded, it’s a tarnished institution now
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| A hundred ways for you to let us down
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| Jaded and shaded, all tarnished now |