I steal the notes from other bands.
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I fill their shoes with wet cement.
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I make you think of certain things
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and when you talk the things you'll say,
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I'm pretty sure of what you want.
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I bet you want the same as me.
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You want to think of something smart,
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something someone would repeat,
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but I'm giving up on all that fuss.
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I'm gonna tell you how it is.
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Then, when you get your turn to talk
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I hope your microphone is off
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And the critics go, "Whoa...yeah...yeah..."
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They'll go, "Whoa...yeah...shotgun..."
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But, for now just watch the screen.
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Let me control the things you think.
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You'd like to think you could resist,
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But you're being hypnotised by this.
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Think of the clock you thought up.
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How it's wagging back and forth.
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How you're hypnotised by us.
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Are you studying my pores?
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When my hand snaps you'll wake up
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to your daily concerns.
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I'm counting backwards in your head.
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You're letting me do all the work.
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You're under my thumb, yeah, yeah.
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(snap)
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You're under my thumb, yeah.
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How 'bout that, girls?
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Hypnotised
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The Faint |