| No morning cup of coffee
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| That stuff just puts me right to sleep
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| I’d rather see what’s in this box
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| Amusing bits of fiction
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| Historical revision
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| Misinformation for all the world to see
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| Thinly veiled animosity
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| Unbridled hostility
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| You’re lashing out at me Nobody told me this was meant to be a contest of popularity
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| For supremacy
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| Why do you think you’re better than me?
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| It’s not what you achieve
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| It’s what you believe and who you place trust in That ultimately gives you legitamacy
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| This tiny little box echoes with your rage
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| Not since poor old pandora has so much venom been unleashed
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| By simply opening a box
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| Your take gets more embellished
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| I truly think you relish the chance at another swing at me You wear your poker face
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| Big smile, every hair in place
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| But you can’t mask your rage
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| Thinly veiled animosity
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| Unbridled hostility
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| You’re lashing out at me Your mouth’s like a ship with no rudder
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| Why’d I ever call you a brother
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| Don’t greet me with a kiss
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| This relationship doesn’t need that twist
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| The past is just that
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| Let it die, let sleeping dogs lie
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| Six years and counting why don’t you let go of your rage |