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The gates of the schoolyard |
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Are padlocked and chained |
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To keep all the children in out of the rain |
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The art teacher's preaching |
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The virtues of pastel shades |
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You pay no attention but it won't hurt your grades |
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'cause you're painting by numbers |
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Connecting the dots |
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They don't have to tell you |
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You don't call the shots |
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You jump when they say jump |
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And you don't ask how high |
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'cause painting by numbers they know you'll get by |
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Painting by numbers they know you'll get by |
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You take a position |
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In the old man's firm |
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He signs all the papers |
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You agree to the terms |
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They ley you run errands |
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And you don't get days off |
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You take off the garbage and hope it pays off |
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'cause you're painting by numbers |
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Connecting the dots |
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You work from neck down |
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You might be in grad school |
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Up ut M.I.T. |
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You might be down in the canal zone |
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Being all that you can be |
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You might get to thinking you're ahead of the game |
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But when you break it all down |
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It all comes out the same |
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'cause you're painting by numbers |
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Connecting the dots |
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You work from neck down |
