It's all just a game, right!?
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But I forget the fuckin' shifty rules
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I'm not a poet I suppose
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if the elite defeat the meter of my prose
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And in no uncertain terms,
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mines is a faith that isn't confirmed
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Ask the Berkeley position...
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and what you're hearing isn't worth the listen
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But I don't want it all
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I just want you
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I don't want it all
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I just want you
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I don't want it all
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I just want you
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Don't get me all wrong,
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the scars were defensive wounds
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I won't make a great liar...
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can't debate a taste I can't afford to acquire
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Won't stoop down to clean up well
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if your parents and friends think I looks like hell
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So strike a proud pose
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You drew the long straw just to cram it up your nose
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But I don't want it all
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I just want you
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I don't want it all
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I just want you
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I don't want it all
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I just want you
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I don't want it all...
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You want a suit and tie
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to make band and multiply
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Join the unsatisfied.
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You know what?!
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You're just not my type!
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I Don't Want It All
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| A Global Threat |
