| Make sure they don’t conflict with mine in any way
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| Make them sound good
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| Remember the laws that apply
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| I gave you a buck, it’s my right to decide
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| Pretend your life is squeaky-clean
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| Pure as the virgin, you think your daughter is
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| She laughs in your face
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| As you bring your speech to a close
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| But she’s doing it under your nose
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| I don’t care who you wanna pray to
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| If it makes you happy, then go ahead
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| But you claim I’m wrong, what gives you the right
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| Just stick to your own life
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| You used to wear your pretty clothes
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| Now that the scruff is in, you’re left what you used to know
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| But here come your rules
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| The fashion police are in
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| And suddenly your politics are changing again
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| Idolize and criticize
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| Push them in the right direction to paradise
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| Praise them with guilt
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| Distinguish the weak from the strong
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| But knowing that we end up the same in the long run
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| I don’t care who you wanna pray to
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| If it makes you happy, then go ahead
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| But you claim I’m wrong, what gives you the right
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| Just stick to your own life
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| The position you have may be lost…
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| The position you have may be lost…
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| The position you have may be lost…
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| The position you have may be lost…
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| The position you have may be lost…
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| The position you have may be lost…
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| The position you have may be lost
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| I don’t care who you wanna pray to
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| If it makes you happy, then go ahead
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| But you claim I’m wrong, what gives you the right
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| Just stick to your own life
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| Well, I don’t care who you wanna pray to
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| If it makes you happy, then go ahead
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| But you claim I’m wrong, what gives you the right
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| Just stick to your own life |