| With all the fire set in our eyes
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| Without a cornerstone to realize
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| That later on we’ll build the pyre
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| And burn so easily, well, everyone but me
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| And soon we’ll sing in better moods
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| A sigularity, well, everyone but you
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| They’ll pull the nerves out through the pores
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| Though bruised so easily the comeback kid’s not bleeding
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| With words that defied all our social gestures
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| No one could’ve known what the comeback kid did
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| No words could describe all the social pressures
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| That leads to the time when the comeback kid wins
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| And wins
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| And now we sing in better moods
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| Together whispering, well, everyone but you
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| And later on we built that pyre
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| And burned so easily, well, everyone but me
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| Everyone but me
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| Everyone but me
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| Everyone but me
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| With words that defied all our social gestures
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| No one could’ve known what the comeback kid did
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| No words could define all the social pressures
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| That leads to the time when the comeback kid wins
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| And wins and wins
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| And wins and wins
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| And wins |