| I started to cry, they put gin in my cup
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| I started to crawl and they swaddled me up
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| I got up and run, they said, easy son
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| Play up, play the game
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| They told me to think and forget what I’d heard
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| They told me to lie and then questioned my word
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| They taught me to fail, better sink than sail
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| Just play the game
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| Oh towers will tumble and locusts will visit the land
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| Oh a curse on your house and your children and the fruit of your hand
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| They said you can’t win, you can’t win
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| You sweat blood, you give in
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| You can’t win, you can’t win
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| Turn the cheek, take it on the chin
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| Don’t you dare do this don’t you dare do that
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| We harpoon dreams, we stiletto in the back
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| The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people
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| The nerve of some people
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| I don’t know who you think you are, who you think you are
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| Oh what kind of mother would hamstring her sons
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| Throw sand in their eyes and put ice on their tongues
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| Better to leave than stay here and grieve
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| And play the game
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| Don’t waken the dead as you sleepwalk around
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| If you have a dream, brother, hush, not a sound
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| Stand there and rust, and die if you must
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| But play the game
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| Oh if we can’t have it, why should a wretch like you?
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| Oh it was drilled in our heads, now we drill it into your head too
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| You can’t win, you can’t win
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| You sweat blood, you give in
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| You can’t win, you can’t win
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| Turn the cheek, take it on the chin
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| Don’t you dare do this don’t you dare do that
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| We harpoon dreams, we stiletto in the back
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| The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people
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| The nerve of some people, the nerve of some people |