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Well, once we were concerned |
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Then we grew up to be bored |
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What once resembled rules |
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Sure enough turned into jokes |
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We tried to stand for nothing |
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Now there's nothing to stand for |
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What started as a game |
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Became a chore before too long |
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I don't mean to sound tight |
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But I see it's hard to fake |
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So rather this than talk |
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Get your keys and get to work' |
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Cause them that do nothing make no mistakes |
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Where once we asked for lessons |
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Now it's all to be ignored |
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How do we trust the speaker |
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When his callin' is to call? |
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I don't mean to sound tight |
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But I see it's hard to take |
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So rather this than talk |
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Get your keys and get to work' |
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Cause them that do nothing make no mistakes |
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Well, once we all were told |
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And we took it all as truth |
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If we worked hard and behaved |
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We'd be anything we'd choose |
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And we used to all be happy |
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While pretending that we weren't |
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Now the smiles upon our faces |
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Show how much it all must hurt |
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I don't mean to sound tight |
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But I see it's hard to fake |
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So rather this than talk |
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Get your keys and get to work' |
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Cause them that do nothing |
