| Mount your plans onto a bow
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| Pull back your arm, release and throw
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| Your ducks are lined up in a row
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| But your aim is off, you shoot too low
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| But if you’re smart enough to know where this is going
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| Please don’t tell me, I’d rather have you just lie
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| Come to terms, fix the consequence of your actions
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| Get it together, just try
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| Lock down your lungs
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| Steel trap your tongues
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| Words are getting carried away
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| Twisted and bent, contorted to fit
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| All the things you would never say
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| They can and will be used against you
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| Pressed until you’re spread out thin
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| Slipping through cracks, still turning your back
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| Even though you could get stuck again
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| But if you’re smart enough to know where this is going
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| Please don’t tell me, I’d rather have you just lie
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| Come to terms, fix the consequence of your actions
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| Get it together, just try
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| But if you’re smart enough to know where this is going
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| Please don’t tell me, I’d rather have you just lie
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| Come to terms with the consequence of that action
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| Get it together, just try |