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Feel the paranoia all around you |
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The Emporor's new clothes |
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Well no-one realy knows |
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On the fence there's no where left to sit |
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Through Never-Never Land |
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The balnd all lead the bland |
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And it makes me wanna cry |
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When we let the music die |
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But it's all about control |
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And I know |
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If it don't fit the picture |
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It don't make the show |
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God bless the corporation |
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But there's a line you gotta toe |
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And a risk ain't an option |
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For someone like you |
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Monkey see, monkey do |
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At your time of life you should be leading |
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Not cowering in the dark |
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Jump when you think you see a spark |
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Bit it's easier having no opinion |
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When all you do is wait |
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For somebody else to make mistakes |
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So you watch it from the wings |
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And just before the fat lady sings |
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That's when you're in there like a shot |
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Strike like it's hot |
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And it's a self fulfilling prophesy |
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You sat and you waited |
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Then you grabbed the glory |
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And everyone below you |
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Will grab the glory too |
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Monkey see, monkey do |
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When the sun goes down on you big-hitters |
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Cos the balance sheet's a slap, when kids won't pay for crap |
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And you centemplate it for a moment |
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Diminishing returns were al that you deserved |
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You might have got some off the ground |
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But nothing you did ever stuck around |
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And I wonder where you'll go, I don't know |
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I don't know |
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But if it don't fit the picture |
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It don't make the show |
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God bless the corporation |
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But there's a line you gotta toe |
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And a risk ain't an option |
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For someone like you |
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Monkey see, monkey do |
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And everyone below you |
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Will claim the glory too |
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Monkey see, monkey do |
