| «Scoreboard»
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| You’re up on the scoreboard
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| But the audience is sick of this collateral damage
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| And this game’s been going on for far too long
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| And the audience is sick of the same old song
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| We don’t need a coach to recognize what matters most
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| And we don’t need a book of plays to construct security
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| And everyone’s a thief these days
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| Just trying to find the next move that pays
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| But not you and me
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| We refuse to play
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| We both have beating hearts underneath our skin
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| So let the games begin
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| And hopefully we can build shelter from the storm
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| Before they go for the win
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| We don’t need a coach to recognize what matters most to us
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| And we don’t need a book of plays to construct security
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| We’ve got a voice and a brain
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| And we’ve got two feet planted firm inside of this city
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| And everyone’s a thief these days
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| Just trying to find the next move that pays
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| But not you and me
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| We refuse to play
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| We both have beating hearts underneath our skin
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| So let the games begin
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| And hopefully we can build shelter from the storm
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| Before they go for the win
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| Before they go for the win
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| We don’t need a coach to recognize what matters most to us
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| And we don’t need a book of plays to construct security |