| I’m your puppet, no strings attached.
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| Complete any task you could dream to ask.
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| I could pretend that I need you back
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| So that at opposite ends, we’re an even match/
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| Damn, I didn’t mean to snap
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| I will cooperate, tell me your three commands/
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| The way I coddle you, quell all your greed, demands/
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| You’d think I’d conjured a spell from a genie’s lamp
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| Hey somebody gotta be the master/
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| On a team there’s captains, on the seas — commanders
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| Honestly I’m glad with how you lead the path.
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| So, I’m willing to sacrifice all it seems you’re after/
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| I’m kinda fond of the leaching act with all the schemes & plans
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| My self-esteem is damaged,
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| And a hunter never questions an easy catch —
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| It didn’t take a documentary to teach me that/
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| Now, I’m seeing the pattern, it’s easy to add up,
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| I’m never the one to leave when it’s bad or to keep it from happening
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| Inevitably the reason you pass with sneaky tactics
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| Is some karmic revenge from my seedy past — Uh!
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| I can’t help it — I’m free but I’m trapped — CHOOSE
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| A black pelican whose wings have been snapped — MOVE
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| And you’re selling pics to people to peep me intact.
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| Abuse me. |
| Use me.
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| Cause everybody loves you the day you make em a millionaire
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| Till someone else can make em a billionaire
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| Till someone else can make em trillionaire
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| Let’s see you take away the things they want,
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| Will they still be there?
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| So… did you get everything your heart desired?
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| And is there anything you want revised?
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| Cause I’ll go editing the fabric of my being
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| 'Til the thread of me is casually tossed aside
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| See I’m tailor-made to cater to your whims
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| for an awesome price, see the cost is pride
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| If you can live with and admit it’s been a grift/
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| Stickin' around for the gifts like a mobster’s wife/
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| Right, I don’t wanna bring your flaws to the light
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| Cause I’m partly responsible like
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| If I ever stumbled in the wake of all your lies
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| I know without a doubt it wouldn’t even stop your stride/
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| I wish I was somebody more like you
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| with no conscious, drive and a darker side
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| And still appear half-sane /
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| But it’s too late to be launching a fucking smear campaign when the marker’s dry
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| I’m feeling a bit lost inside
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| though I thought I was holding my moral compass right side up
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| But my mind’s kinda stuck,
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| Deciding if I should draw the line at the crossing sign/
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| So, which way is wrong? |
| Is it right? |
| CHOOSE.
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| Switch daily as long as you like. |
| MOVE.
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| Hit play on this song, you can call me tonight.
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| Abuse me. |
| Use Me. |