| Try to impress them with what you they want
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| Your methods are subtle, just like an elephant
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| Besides all the retreads and all the arguments
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| You can’t make decisions based on feeling
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| Friendships fall away from this
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| Adhering to your politics
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| So prod and pry and give your ideas
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| It doesn’t matter 'til you get your own way
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| Once again your crown is tarnished
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| Cause you’re the winner of a game that no one wants to play don’t celebrate
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| just yet cause I think that you forget
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| That no one wants to play
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| Rules as suggestions because they aren’t real
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| Some from the get go, and some from how you feel
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| You play all positions and show them how it’s done
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| Soon you’re a figurehead lost on everyone
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| If there’s a theory I know there’s a consequence
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| I’m sure that you’ve learned now you can’t stay on the fence
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| Just taking opinions until the words are bent
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| Voice of an angel, thoughts a serpent
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| There was a boy who woke from a dream one day
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| He thought it over and planned out everything
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| He wouldn’t rest 'til his waking dream came true
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| And there were choices that he knew must be made
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| The fallen silenced by all the accolades
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| And so he delegates the many things to do
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| So many things to do |