| Congratulations, you made the team
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| Looks like you’re living the American dream
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| But the odds are not what they seem
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| And you can’t trust the referee
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| The game is fixed and you’re surprised
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| Lifetime supply of chocolate covered compromise
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| And the long, slow painful demise
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| Of your own autonomy
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| Now everybody thinks you’re so great
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| And they all wanna be your
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| But don’t be too impressed, this is only a test
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| This is only a test, this is only a test
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| It’s easy now for you to win
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| With empty confidence and picture perfect skin
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| But when real life starts to begin
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| You will sing a different song
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| The gigs will rise and you will fall
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| Your mindless following will scatter one and all
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| And the rest of your life you will crawl
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| Through the dirt where you belong
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| Now everybody thinks you’re so great
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| And they all wanna be your
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| But don’t be too impressed, this is only a test
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| This is only a test, this is only a test
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| And you’re passing down
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| But in the end you’ll fade
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| Now everybody thinks you’re so great
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| And they all wanna be your
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| But don’t be too impressed, this is only a test
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| This is only a test, this is only a test |