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With your eyes, glazed and half-smiled |
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Explain to me the details |
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Of your God given right |
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You point your finger |
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In my face but you can't remember |
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What you did last night |
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It's all fun and games till |
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You try to justify |
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It's all well and done till |
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You question the choices in your life |
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Join all the billions |
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Of victims who prescribe to |
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This mediocre life |
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With all these years |
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Half of them are still looking for something |
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That you'll never find |
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It's all fun and games till |
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You try to justify |
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It's all well and done till |
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You question the choices in your life |
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In your life |
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In your life |
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It's all fun and games till |
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You try to justify |
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It's all well and done till |
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You question your choices in your life |
