| You don’t need us to tell you what to do
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| Remote control your fate as it bears down upon you
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| Secrets reveal themselves outside the lines
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| Calling the names out of who puts in the time
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| And now we’re just beginning to drive this train
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| All the wheels are spinning inside the teenage brain
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| Just the other day
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| I was reminded of the many ways Gord Downie died
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| I see a kid in my head
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| Who will be seeing red
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| Until his anger
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| Yields to pride
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| Me and my very own
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| Were in Barilko’s home
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| Where several thousands
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| Said their goodbyes
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| Carrying all the winnings
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| You never lost any games
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| Sometimes it’s unforgiving
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| And there’s a lot to gain
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| 44 teenagers
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| Thinking about a master plan
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| To digitally download
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| A handmade box
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| Just to divvy it up
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| Between them
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| They don’t need us to tell them what to do
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| They’re voluntold by a blackhole catch 22
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| Thunderstorm teenangels merked by the weights of their world
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| Now they’re just beginning to drive this train
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| All the wheels are spinning inside the teenage brain
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| Climbing out of the teenage
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| Welcome back to round two
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| Every day is a blank page
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| Turnin' faster than you
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| Climbing out of the teenage
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| Welcome back to round two
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| Every day is a blank page
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| Turnin' faster than you
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| Climbing out of the teenage
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| Welcome back to round two
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| Every day is a blank page
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| Turnin' faster than you… |