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You're poised and ready, unable to make a sound |
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Your hands are sweaty as you look down |
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You're running already when you've hit the ground |
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You're willing and able, so nice to have around |
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The head of the table is tightly wound |
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The noise is loud, so turn it down |
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When you think about it, try to wrap your head around it |
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You find none of it makes any sense at all |
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And people you once trusted are now looking so disgusted |
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And they're waiting anxiously for you to fall |
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You take for granted and take what you can grab |
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Forsake what's landing into your lap |
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You shake the hand and take a stab |
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There's no need to doubt it |
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There's never been two ways about it |
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It takes a thick skin |
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There's ways around it but no way in |
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And when you think about it, try to wrap your head around it |
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You find none of it makes any sense at all |
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And people you once trusted are now looking so disgusted |
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And they're waiting anxiously for you to fall |
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And there you go, turning everybody you know |
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Turning a one man show, so take a look around you now |
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And suck it up and take a bow |
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You're living and crawling and trying to catch a breath |
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You're stalling and dying a sudden death |
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And all the while you second guess |
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And now the time has come to for it to stop |
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The crowd was done, so call the cops |
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You're like a boy who turned and shot |
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You're poised and ready, unable to make a sound |
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Your hands are sweaty if you look down |
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You're running already when you hit the ground |