| And now it seems
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| As if we’re used to the chagrin
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| We made our beds
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| And now we hate where these beds be
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| Took nothing at all to part this red sea
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| I’m a shackled child
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| Singing the good song of freedom
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| They’ve got no pride
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| They interrupt our grieving
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| Tear drops dropping
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| For the pain of the world
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| My best friend dies
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| When she was just a young girl
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| Left me here, to fend for myself
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| Now the pain never leaves
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| We just learn to cope
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| So when the devil needs hanging
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| Will you tie up the rope and shout pull
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| Let’s put an end to this bull
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| Zen thing
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| How many years
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| Before we practice what we preach
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| How many tears
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| Before we truly clinch the peak
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| Only to find that
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| There is no honey on the moon
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| Official goon
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| With the unofficial croon
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| I’m all things to all men
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| All of the women
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| All the children
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| Just say when
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| And I’ll take you to my Tardis
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| Who’s the hardest
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| Who’s the hardest
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| 16 bar cycles
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| Heart felt recital
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| From the wacky blacky man
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| They should have called me Michael
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| Look at the monster you make
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| Look at the monster you pay
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| But you claim no responsibility
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| Cause it’s each to his self
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| In these times that we live
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| Does god have a sense of humor
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| Then the joke’s on us
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| Cause we’re chasing our tails
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| For how long
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| The tussle makes us how strong
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| Vintage poor people fun
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| If we could ease up
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| On these booze and fags
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| Then, just maybe
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| Life wouldn’t seem so mad
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| Be a man my dad said
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| But what the hell he know
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| He lost his dreams
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| He lost his flow
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| And I don’t wanna be alone
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| I’m born king
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| So where’s my throne
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| I’m too intense
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| I’m too deep
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| I’m too nice for life
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| So what makes this place so nervous?
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| I’m all things to all men
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| All of the women
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| All the children
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| Just say when
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| And I’ll take you to my Tardis
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| Who’s the hardest
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| Who’s the hardest
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| Look at the monster you make
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| Look at the monster you pay
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| But you claim no responsibility
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| But you claim not
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| We’re searching for Jesus
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| But I’ll be damned
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| If I’ll be crucified by ten thousand spies
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| Compulsive lies
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| They hate me
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| They love me
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| They hate me
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| Cause I’m all things to all men, all of the women, all the children
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| Just say when and I’ll take you to my Tardis
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| Who’s the hardest, who’s the hardest |