Sitting in the back row, preoccupied
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While the world is spinning around him
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He is locked up inside
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And the one that they look to for answers
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Holds the shackles as a threat
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To the little boy of which requirements
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This little boy he has not met
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Thrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoid
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Of the happiness that would help this little boy
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Teased him with a rainbow
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When they knew there was no pot of gold
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But it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever told
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Hook him up to machines
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See what they say
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Is he blind, dumb, or ignorant
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Does he need a hearing aid
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And with a six page readout
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They had the answers and a plan
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What they had was a blueprint
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To turn this boy into a man
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Thrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoid
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Of the happiness that would help this little boy
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Teased him with a rainbow
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When they knew there was no pot of gold
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But it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever told
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In the long run I did fine
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Long Run
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Cigar |