| Your game, your lovely game
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| Is like pain and suffering
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| Your fame, your newly found fame
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| Is like repeating history
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| You know that keeping me around
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| Makes me just quiver at the sounds
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| Wish I could feed their open mouths
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| With something worth it
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| (Where is your backbone?)
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| 'cause you’re looking very flimsy
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| I’m breaking down your paper wall
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| (Where is your backbone?)
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| If you hear it sing it with me
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| Everybody take the fall
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| You look so sound asleep
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| I can’t believe
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| That your backbone’s missing
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| And you never had a clue at all
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| Believe, no I can’t believe
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| How little all this means to me
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| You’ll see, you’ll just have to see
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| For yourself the playback is deafening
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| Keeping me around
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| Makes me just quiver at the sounds
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| Wish I could feed their open mouths
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| With something worth it
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| You could’ve been something
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| You could’ve been something memorable
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| I should’ve said something
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| I should’ve said
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| You look so sound asleep
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| I can’t believe
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| That your backbone’s missing
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| And you never had a clue at all |