| I’ll take a stand for truth and justice
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| Then line you up against the wall
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| Loyal people gather 'round me
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| Until someone points the finger, then alone i fall
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| I can make you rise in anger
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| Or watch your anger rise and swallow me
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| I’m the bane of your existance
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| Or the come true of your perfect dream
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| There’s a cinema of pain
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| Now showing in my mind
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| The price of admission is to relive
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| The mistakes i left behind
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| And that’s a cost i cannot bear
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| I’m the framed upon your desk
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| Or the cartoon with your morning tea
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| I’ll take flowers from a child’s hand
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| Bullets from a twisted man -my penalty
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| I can make a promise that i’ll never keep
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| As well as i can keep a promise never made
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| I can hide behind a wall of words
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| Or stand tall and call a spade a spade
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| I can bend the truth to make me right
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| I can use it to defend
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| I can use it to attack, hide the fact
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| That the means don’t justify the ends
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| I can flip a coin for wrong or right
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| Heads i wil and talkes you lose
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| That’s the way i play: i choose the games
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| And then i make the rules |