Look at you
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You're the son of the neighborhood strays
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You can walk in your prison for days
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But you'll never get anywhere
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It's a pain
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But the shine on the edge of your blade
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Couldn't give all the waiting away
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You were recognized everywhere
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Turn away
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You are not just ashamed of yourself
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You're a part of the scenery,damned to hell
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Can't you see
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We are not going to play at your games
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We are not going to ask you for names
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Or for some of your history
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Did you know
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That your father said it's all wrong
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Just to keep it going along
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It's a part of our mystery
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It's our job, you see
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You'll agree
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There is no point in letting you go
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We can wait till the end of the show
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Till the audience fades away
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Turn around
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You can laugh at the mess in your room
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It's a nightmare that never can end for you
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Can't you see
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We are not going to play at your games
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We are not going to ask you for names
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Or for part of your history
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Did you know
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That your father said it's all wrong
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Just to keep it going along
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It's a part of our mystery
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It's our job you see
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You'll agree
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There is no point in letting you go
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We can wait till the end of the show
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Till the audience fades away
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Turn around
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You can laugh at the mess in your room
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It's a nightmare that never can end for you
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Can't you see
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We are not going to play at your games
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We are not going to ask you for names
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Or for part of your history
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Did you know
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That your father said it's all wrong
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Just to keep it going along
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It's a part of our mystery.
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Games
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Nazareth |