| You want the best of both worlds
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| You’re not getting either
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| You seem content to ride the fence
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| When you know which side is greener
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| Some run hot, some run cold
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| Some run from their maker
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| Some run the risk of losing out
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| With lukewarm friends and fakers
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| Chameleon
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| You blend with your surroundings
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| Chameleon
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| Noone knows where you come from
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| Chameleon
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| You change with every situation
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| Compromising dedication
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| You compromise each word you say so innoffensively
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| You only want to hide behind your anonymity
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| You struggle for acceptance
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| And it takes you to extremes
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| The smile you hide your face behind
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| Is not all that it seems
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| Come out, come out
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| Come out from among them
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| Come out, come out
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| Come out and be free
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| There is no gray, no neutral ground
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| There’s only black and white
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| And nothing in between the two
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| To turn a wrong into right
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| There is no time for your charade
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| You’ve got to make your stand
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| When salt has lost its savor
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| The world becomes so bland |