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In your youth you had your fill |
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The curtain's closed, the silence still |
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In your head you are the star |
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But I can see you as you are |
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Dead, you're so out of touch |
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Dead, because you talk too much |
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You think you're on higher ground with |
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Intelligence so profound |
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But I'm never coming down |
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Your razor tongue has lost its rhyme |
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The words are dull and out of time |
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You make no difference to me |
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'Cause I can't teach the blind to see (hey) |
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Dead, you're so out of touch |
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Dead, because you talk too much |
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You think you're on higher ground with |
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Intelligence so profound |
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But I'm never coming down |
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Dead, you're so out of touch |
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Dead, because you talk too much |
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You think you're on higher ground with |
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Intelligence so profound |
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But I'm never... |
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Never coming... |
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Down! |
