| Well this change has come for a while
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| I didn’t think you’d care
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| Too much time sunk with the rhythm
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| Boxed up and gasping for air
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| She’s not the one you came with
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| She’s not the one you want
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| So don’t you be ashamed if
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| The exit sign is on
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| It’s not so simple my dear
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| It’s not that easy
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| You want this change to happen
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| And now you think you’re done
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| Look me in the eyes and
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| Face me when you say
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| Please, don’t start the fire
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| We’ll all burn anyway
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| You’re so iconic
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| You’ve got what no one can touch
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| Yeah, you’re so iconic
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| Cause it’s your only crutch
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| You’re so iconic
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| You’ve got what no one can touch
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| Yeah, you’re so ironic
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| And it’s your only crutch
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| I met a man last week
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| Propped up on pins and needles
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| I asked him to speak and
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| Tell me just what is real
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| He pulled his head up from the bed
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| Cleared his throat and said
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| You’ll never know just what you want
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| And we’ll all burn down instead
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| Whether you’re dragging a grave
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| Or pushing one in front
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| Your pride is underground
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| Your mind is on the hunt
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| He smiled and said it’s all in vain
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| If there’s one thing he knows
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| We’ll never find just what we want
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| And we’ll all burn anyway |