I've worked so hard, like Hyde on the chaos theory
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I've found my madness quite complete
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No sign of light or love divine intervention
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While I was scoring on your street
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I am the demon of your darkest thoughts
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Wired to self destruct
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A greedy, nasty, selfish little man
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Who could never have or get too much
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But if the very thought makes you shiver
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I am just one of the many lost
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And I will change the course of the river
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And never stop to count the cost
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**
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But everythings light on a Sunday
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The choir singing all in tune
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But such a small congregation
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Will someone send up the balloon
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Oh I'm a self made man
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The fruits of yes you can
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Oh I'm a self made man
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And I'll take what I can
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Out of the darkness and into the light
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See the army grow and grow
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And like a storm, a reign of terror
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This ill wind will blow and blow
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Repeat *
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I'll take great pride and pleasure in your misery
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And delight in your living hell
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There's no known act of human kindnes left
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My very mother I would sell
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I'm not uncouthed, but educated
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Now isn't that a scary thing
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And elected to a place of power
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Your slavery will be my sting
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Repeat *
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Repeat **
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Repeat *** twice
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(A) Self Made Man
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