| I don’t think you’re aware of how false you appear, how your smile looks so thin
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| You’ve done it again, your corrupt ways sour the hymn
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| I think you believe it’s your role to make the world better under your control
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| So it’s harder to be bitter when, once again, your corrupt ways sour the hymn
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| I see it now so clearly, your benevolent tyranny, how you sugar coat each
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| bitter pill
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| But it’s not so much your ways but that I’m still here today that makes me feel
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| so ill
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| It’s now one’s fault but those who follow when they know exactly where you’re
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| leading thm
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| And that time and time again your corrupt ways sour the hymn
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| Bcause I know when I try to make a thing of pure intention, that thing you do
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| is gonna get done
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| You’ll do it again, you’ll do it again
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| You’re happy and I don’t blame you infact I wish I was so sure that I was right
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| But I’m afraid our differences we cannot reconcile
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| I’ll wish you all of the best as I walk away and relish
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| The sweet relief that I’ll feel
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| Then I finally put my heels down
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| You say you’ll fix me, you’ll mold me in your image
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| And I say, like hell you will
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| You say you’ll show me just what perfection is
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| And I say perfection kills
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| You say I couldn’t possibly get it
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| And I say the same 'bout you
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| Can’t wait for the day I hear you admit it
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| I was right about you
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| Sour! |