| It’s the sociopaths that scare me,
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| Not the fall of my local bank,
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| At least they’re only burning money,
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| They won’t be laughing as they’re chopping off my hands.
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| One day I’ll learn to box clever,
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| And beat the past back in its place,
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| I’ll never get rid of this false endeavor,
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| But I’ll wipe the grin off its dirty little face,
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| Oh I’ll wipe the grin off its dirty little face.
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| Why wait 'til the summertime,
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| Just to say goodbye,
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| You’re so infuriating,
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| Why wait 'til the summertime,
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| To hand me a p45,
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| Was I that infuriating?
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| Was I that infuriating?
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| You don’t notice that I don’t hate you,
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| But one day I must learn how to,
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| The next I’ll learn exactly how to put up a fight.
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| It’s not the illuminati that scares me,
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| It’s the people further down in the ranks,
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| The creatures like you that are so controlling,
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| As to lead a God fearing boy out the devil’s pack,
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| Why would you lead a God fearing boy out the devil’s pack?
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| Why wait 'til the summertime,
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| Just to say goodbye,
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| You’re so infuriating,
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| Why wait 'til the summertime,
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| To deflate my legal high,
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| Was I that infuriating?
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| Was I that infuriating?
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| One day I’ll learn how to box clever,
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| And beat the wrong doers away,
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| I wear no mask or tight polyester,
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| But you can rest assure that I’m on a little caped crusade,
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| You can rest assure that I’m on a little caped crusade.
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| Why wait 'til the summertime,
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| Just to say goodbye,
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| You’re so infuriating,
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| Why wait 'til the summertime,
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| To hand me a p45,
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| Was I that infuriating?
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| Was I that infuriating?
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| You don’t notice that I don’t hate you,
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| But one day I must learn how to,
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| The next I’ll learn exactly how to put up a fight. |