| Picture yourself in the living room
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| your pipe and slippers set out for you
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| I know you think that it ain’t too far
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| But I hear the call of a lifetime ring
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| felt the need to get up for it And cut out the middleman
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| get free from the middleman
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| You got no time for the messenger,
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| got no regard for the thing that you don’t understand,
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| you got no fear of the underdog,
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| that’s why you will not survive!
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| I want to forget how convention fits
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| but can I get out from under it?
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| Can I gut it out of me?
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| It can’t all be wedding cake
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| It can’t all be boiled away
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| I try but I can’t let go of it
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| Can’t let go of it,
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| Cause you don’t talk to the water boy
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| and there’s so much you could learn but you don’t want to know,
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| You will not back up an inch ever,
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| that’s why you will not survive,
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| The thing that I tell you now
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| It may not go over well
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| And it may not be Photo-Op
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| in the way that I spell it out
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| But you won’t hear from the messenger,
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| don’t wanna know bout something that you don’t understand,
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| You got no fear of the underdog,
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| that’s why you will not survive! |