| Hey you! |
| Are you looking at me?
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| Don’t waste your time
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| Cause I know your crime
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| And I know that pose
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| And the lines around your eyes don’t show
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| When your face is in repose
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| The skin is tightening
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| As you touch a nerve
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| Did you get what you paid for
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| Or did you only get what you deserve?
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| Go home, go home, go home, go home
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| And don’t come out again
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| Until we tell you to
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| Until we say you can
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| Go home, go home, go home, go home
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| And don’t come out again
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| 'Till we analyze you
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| We despise you
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| But we can’t help you now
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| The sins visit on your face
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| As you think about that cul-de-sac
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| And the wit you lack
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| And the slanders you repeat
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| When I don’t fall at your feet
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| To old to be so frightened
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| And too scared to tell the truth
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| You lie in teenage anguish
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| But you can no longer blame it on your youth
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| Go home, go home, go home, go home
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| And don’t come out again
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| Until we tell you to
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| Until we say you can
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| Go home, go home, go home, go home
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| And don’t come out again
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| 'Till we analyze you
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| We despise you
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| But we can’t help you now |
| We despise you |