I just want to thank you
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For all that you¡¯ve done.
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The mess you¡¯ve made,
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Your allegations.
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I don¡¯t want to blame you
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Yes I need to crackdown
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You¡¯re essential to this process,
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And the essence of my breakdown.
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I can¡¯t wait to sell you, to the village of fools
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You¡¯re a violent hangover, malicious, so cruel
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Could you keep a secret?
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You couldn't lock it up tight?
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You¡¯re a sea of information
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spilling out from all sides.
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I think I might find you a
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A little clumsy and aloof,
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atop a mountain of sand
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Unhinged in untruths.
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How does it feel, upon your throne?
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How does it feel, to be all alone?
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How does it feel, to crawl so low?
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You¡¯re the king of nothing, you¡¯re just a show.
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How does it feel?
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I will give you no words
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Yes I choose a mute stance
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It¡¯s hard enough to explain
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the smart as well as the ass
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You couldn¡¯t keep it secret
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You couldn¡¯t lock it up tight
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You are a sea of information
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bleeding out of the lies.
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How does it feel, upon your throne?
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How does it feel to be all alone?
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How does it feel to crawl so low?
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You¡¯re the king of nothing, you¡¯re just a show.
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How does it feel?
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One might deceive, one might align,
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one more disease, yeah, the great divide!
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How does it feel, to be on your own?
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You are the seed, welcome to the show!
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Welcome to the show!
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welcome to the show!
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welcome to the show!
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welcome to the show!
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How does it feel?
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welcome to the show!
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How does it feel?
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How Does It Feel
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