| You believe in anything
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| They tell you how to think
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| Simpletons a circling
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| The raging roller rink
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| Trading in the alley
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| Bucking up a storm
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| Forget about reality
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| Cause nothing is the norm
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| Yeah yeah
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| So what can you do You say
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| They owe me a few yeah
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| Blue tip me a cue yeah
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| You got that look on your face
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| You’d like to be in the race
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| You cannot hide your disgrace
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| You leave without a trace
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| Sanctuary your heartland
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| Black and white tv Stroking all the gun heads
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| To the ninth degree
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| You here the screamers coming
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| They clamor in disguise
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| They think that you’ll be running
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| To the other side
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| Yeah yeah
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| So what can you do You say
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| They owe me a few yeah
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| Blue tip me a cue yeah
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| You got that look on your face
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| You’d like to be in the race
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| You cannot hide your disgrace
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| Can’t fill an empty space
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| (Ahh)
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| You stupify the thinkers
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| (Ahh)
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| You’re hugging all the flakes
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| (Ahh)
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| And all the things you think are true
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| (Ahh)
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| Only mystify the fakes
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| Keep your hat on backwards
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| And keep your lips tucked in The world is full of quackers
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| And belly button rings
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| I know you’d like to be immune
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| To the things they say
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| You’re hung up on your heroes
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| And upon the beast you pray
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| Yeah hey
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| What can you do You say
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| Well they owe me a few yeah
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| Blue (blue) tip me a cue yeah
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| You got that look on your face
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| You’d like to be in the race
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| You cannot hide your disgrace
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| You leave without a trace
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| You got that look on your face
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| You’d like to be in the race
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| You cannot hide your disgrace
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| You leave a bitter taste |