Who do you think you are?
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Who do you think you are -
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to shove away the hand so fast?
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Who do you think you are?
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Well, maybe I'm the devil,
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to harbor the sick and obscene.
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Maybe this, the albatross,
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I'm like an ivory tower -
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level or power, but
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You are not the innocent.
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What do you take me for,
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you mother fucker?
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What do you take me for,
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when I'm a sheperd's light,
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when I'm a quantum leap?
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You don't want freedom;
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you want trick photography.
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It's a good thing
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I'm an airbrushed girl,
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a diamond ring.
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I need it new;
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I need it rising above.
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(Meanwhile),
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the jury laughs at you, love.
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You are not the innocent.
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Oh, dirty hands,
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a little place called trust,
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but you ain't sold one, yet.
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(I once told you
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I have my "wants" and "needs"
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and "want you to's".
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It all depends.
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And then the album
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skipped the end,
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so I got up
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to play it again.
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I know you.
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I know that look.
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I know this little attitude,
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good friend.
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I need you to confess
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those awful sins.)
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You are not the innocent.
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You deserve whatever you get, because
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you are not
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no!
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you are not
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no!
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You are not the innocent.
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A Little Place Called Trust
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The Paper Chase |