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Words and music by |
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Bob Hartman |
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You want the best of both worlds |
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You're not getting either |
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You seem content to ride the fence |
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When you know which side is greener |
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Some run hot, some run cold |
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Some run from their maker |
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Some run the risk of losing out |
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With lukewarm friends and fakers |
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Chameleon |
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You blend with your surroundings |
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Chameleon |
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Noone knows where you come from |
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Chameleon |
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You change with every situation |
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Compromising dedication |
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You compromise each word you say so innoffensively |
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You only want to hide behind your anonymity |
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You struggle for acceptance |
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And it takes you to extremes |
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The smile you hide your face behind |
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Is not all that it seems |
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Come out, come out |
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Come out from among them |
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Come out, come out |
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Come out and be free |
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There is no gray, no neutral ground |
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There's only black and white |
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And nothing in between the two |
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To turn a wrong into right |
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There is no time for your charade |
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You've got to make your stand |
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When salt has lost its savor |
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The world becomes so bland |
