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I'll take the position
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Assume the missionary part
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You work by committee,
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You had me pegged from the start.
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I'll be pounce pony,
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Phony maroney,
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Pony before the cart.
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I'll be pounce the pony.
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This ceremony
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Only fills my heart.
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Who cast the final stone?
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Who threw the crushing blow?
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Someone has to take the fall
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Why not me?
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A punch toy volunteer
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A weakling on its knee.
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Is all you want to hear
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And all you want to see.
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Romantically, you'd martyr me
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And miss this story's point
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It is my strength, my destiny
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This is the role that I have chosen.
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Who cast the final stone?
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Who threw the crushing blow?
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Someone has to take the fall
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Why not me?
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Gentlemen mark your opponents
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Fire into your own ranks.
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Pick the weakest as strategic
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Move. Square off. To
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Meet your enemy.
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For each and every gathering
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A scapegoat falls to climb.
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As I step forward, silently.
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Deliberately mine
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Who cast the final stone?
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Who threw the crushing blow?
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Someone has to take the fall
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Why not me? Why not me.
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Had consequence chose differently
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Had fate its ugly head
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My actions make me beautiful
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And dignify the flesh
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Me. I am free. Free.
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Falls to Climb
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| R.E.M |
