| Wizards of a modern age cast spells of electric power
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| But the corporate strings that make them dance
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| Lead up to an ivory tower
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| There sit the fates in solitude, far from the public eye
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| No one ever sees them smile and nothing makes them cry
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| Welcome to the kingdom, the land of bought and sold
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| A world of real-life fantasy where truths are seldom told
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| Try hard to remember all that glitters is not gold
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| You can pay the piper, but you cannot buy his soul
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| It’s just a game, you’re in it all the way
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| It’s just a game, don’t let yourself slip away
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| It’s such a shame, I heard somebody say
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| It’s just a game, and all I can do… is play
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| What you do choose, now, what do you believe, now
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| Who are you gonna trust?
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| All you dreams and fancy schemes
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| Just crumble into dust
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| Calm and cool and computerized to calculate and collect
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| We wait and watch and wonder
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| Just which puppet they’ll select
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| Like the moth, too near the flame
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| Who learned his truth too late
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| We’re all too deep into the game
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| That is the master of our fate
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| The poets and the pipers have got their motives
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| And you’ve got yours, no doubt
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| And so the game continues
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| That’s what it’s all about… |