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You see the world through your cynical eyes |
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You're a troubled young man |
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I can tell |
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You've got it all in the palm of your hand |
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But your hand's wet with sweat and your head needs a rest |
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And you're fooling yourself if you don't believe it |
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You're killing yourself if you don't believe it |
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Why must you be such an angry young man |
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When your future looks quite bright to me |
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And how can there be such a sinister plan |
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That could hide such a lamb, such a caring young man |
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And you're fooling yourself if you don't believe it |
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You're killing yourself if you don't believe it |
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Get up, get back on your feet |
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You're the one they can't beat and you know it |
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Come on, let's see what you've got |
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Just take your best shot and don't blow it |
