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Papa don't preach, |
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I beseech you man, |
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Your devilish deeds teach more than a teacher can. |
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What have we learned? |
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Which lessons won't stick? |
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Tracing the edges of wisdom and shit. |
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Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world. |
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Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world. |
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You're tracing it's movements, |
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Predict it's every turn; |
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You watch down from above and record what you learn. |
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You're graphing the data and tagging up our ears. |
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Complex simulations with graph paper gears. |
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Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world. |
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Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world. |
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Wistful in his widows peak, |
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So to speak, |
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He stands. |
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A son confronts his father with his hat in his hands. |
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All the things you never could do i never can |
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All the things i blamed on you i see i now do too. |
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Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world. |
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Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world. |
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A handful of stories, |
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A house full of cards, |
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A mouthful of sorrys, |
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And a heart full up of scars. |
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I take a handful of you and you take a handful of me, |
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I put it in my mouth and chew it up so throughly |
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I learnt just one thing when i was young, |
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Pretend that you hate everything you love. |
