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Hey mister, don't point at me |
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You shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model |
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Responding to questions |
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Hey teacher, arrogance is bliss |
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You spend your time turning water into life |
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As if you were God's foreman |
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Is it any wonder things seem so awry? |
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We swim in sea of confusion |
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And don't have to think to survive |
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So nobody listens |
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Hey recluse, don't shout at me |
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You proclaim yourself expert by extensions of the methods |
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Detailed in your magazines |
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Hey downer, don't prey on me |
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We've all got bum raps that torment us day to day |
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That we hoist on our own shoulders |
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Is it any wonder people pass you by? |
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Your plea for understanding |
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Is heard as desperate lies |
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Nobody listens |
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I can't help you |
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I can't help you |
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I can't help you |
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I can't help you now |
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Is it any wonder things are so inane? |
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So many quests for compassion |
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Are just for someone's personal gains |
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So nobody listens |
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Nobody listens to you |
