The mirror never lies
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and neither does the face
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of a man who doesn't know where his place is
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This man and his shadow
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know exactly where they're going
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straight to hell in all it's glory
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with the rest of it all
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I set myself up
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so that I can set myself apart
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and find another way
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On this planet I call my home
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I'll be an island
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I'll rent a revolution
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and sell my soul to the cause
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as a million footsteps march in my parade
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And I'll buy the moon, a bomb
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and aim it straight at number one
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cause nobody really wants a revolution to come
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I set myself up
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so that I can see what's going on
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and never be like you
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If you have any questions
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feel free to make up your mind
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On this planet here right now
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there's a place for everyone to just be
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On this planet here right now
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there's no place I'd rather be
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I set myself up
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so that I can see what's going on
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and never be like you
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If you have any questions
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feel free to make up your mind
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On this planet I call my home
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I'll be an island
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Lubricating The Revolution
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Strung Out |