You want a medal
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For the things you've done
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Well prizes don't come around
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As easy as you want em now
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You want a mountain with your face engraved
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So everybody in the world can see the face of nothing changed
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Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
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Here's to you and your poker face
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Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
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Here's to you
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You want a monument erected in your name
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And odds are we will tear it down
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When you leave as quickly as you came
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You want a place in the history books
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But noone has changed history
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With double talk and dirty looks
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Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
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Here's to you and your poker face
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Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
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Here's to you
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You heighten yourself to lower the blame
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And you martyr yourself to heighten the fame
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And you lower yourself to draw the compassion
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Here's to you
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You want a medal for the things you've done
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But if you ever really did a damn thing
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We would've gave you one
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You want a mountain with your face engraved
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So everyone will know the face when approached by to run away
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Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
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Here's to you and your poker face
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Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
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Here's to you
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Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
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Here's to you and your poker face
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Hip hip hooray you're our saving grace
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Here's to you
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King Caesar
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