| Well you can be sure of me
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| Just like you’re sure of the West Wing
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| You’ve got to get out of the door
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| Girl, go look at the sky and wonder why
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| The sun don’t shine like it should
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| And why you are always so misunderstood
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| You’re misunderstood
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| And why? |
| Because, because
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| You never go around to no one
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| Bet you never leave the house, home
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| You’ve got a head full of ideas
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| That threaten to make the throne
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| In this world, it’s not
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| The throne in the next world
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| Is greed and is on fire
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| But it don’t burn you when you sit on it
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| And scream and shout and rant and rave and sing us all of your own thoughts
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| The crowd’s all down 'round hanging on your lips
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| And why? |
| Because, because
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| In this world, you’re gonna need some money
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| A whole lot of money
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| You’re gonna need it to stay alive
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| And why? |
| Because, because
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| This is New World, honey
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| And you’re the one with all the money
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| I can see it in your eyes
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| You already have your disguise
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| With which, you will make your great escape
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| At home, the palace gets this dirty sheen
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| The home they call «box»
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| They’re like a box
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| That doesn’t dance
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| But all night gets soothing imbecilic thoughts
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| Yeah, imbecile thoughts
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| And why? |
| Because, because
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| In this world, you’re gonna need some money
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| A whole lot of money
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| You’re gonna need it until you die |