| You see the world through your cynical eyes
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| You’re a troubled young man I can tell
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| You’ve got it all in the palm of your hand
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| But your hand’s wet with sweat and your head needs a rest
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| And you’re fooling yourself if you don’t believe it
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| You’re kidding yourself if you don’t believe it
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| Why must you be such an angry young man
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| When your future looks quite bright to me
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| How can there be such a sinister plan
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| That could hide such a lamb, such a caring young man
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| You’re fooling yourself if you don’t believe it
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| You’re kidding yourself if you don’t believe it
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| Get up, get back on your feet
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| You’re the one they can’t beat and you know it
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| Come on, let’s see what you’ve got
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| Just take your best shot and don’t blow it
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| You’re fooling yourself if you don’t believe it
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| You’re killing yourself if you don’t believe it
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| Get up, get back on your feet
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| You’re the one they can’t beat and you know it
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| Come on, let’s see what you’ve got
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| Just take your best shot and don’t blow it |