| Shoot yourself in the leg
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| & the goose lays the golden egg
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| I had that golden egg before
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| But it disappeared as I limped out the door
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| Never reveal what you know
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| That the whole thing is just for show:
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| A cardboard world with painted skies
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| Because we all must agree to believe in the lies
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| Bring yourself down to your knees
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| & they’ll give you the golden keys
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| The keys will open any lock
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| To an empty room or a Chinese box
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| I can forget how I feel
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| & pretend that it’s all for real
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| The pot won’t call the kettle black
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| & I don’t even feel the knife in my back
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| & when we go off to our bed
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| After struggling for our bread
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| A pleasant dream may stand instead
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| Of the clamor & noise that goes on in your head
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| So carry on like before
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| & don’t listen to me any more
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| Don’t believe a word I sing
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| Because it’s only a song & it don’t mean a thing |