| Put the camera down
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| You don’t need to justify every single turn
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| You don’t need apologize after every word
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| Give them grief or give them praise
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| Give them nothing take the praise
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| It’ll come together by and by
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| Put the camera down
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| You don’t have to be unarmed
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| But put away that knife
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| There’s no sound in our alarm
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| Just a silent
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| And you tell me how I fail
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| And I’ll tell you once again
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| It’ll come together by and by
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| Always chasing the same lead
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| The same old cobbled streets
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| Always barely head above the water
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| Always balancing the short end of the final straw
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| Always just an inch above the gutter
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| So is this it?
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| At your fingertips
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| Is a world in a cage
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| Tell me something
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| Say something you couldn’t tell me (Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me,
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| tell me)
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| But you tend to recommend true
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| And without breaking a sweat
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| No plates
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| The disguises, the disguises, the disguises
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| Put the camera down
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| You don’t need to second guess
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| Every fickle itch
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| You don’t need to disavow
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| Every bygone stitched
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| Give them grief or give them grace
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| Give them nothing take the praise
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| It’ll come together by and by |