| You play this game so well
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| So well in fact that they can tell
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| But we’re on to you (lets go)
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| Cause your act is nothing new
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| And we can see right through it now
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| Your method is old, worn and used
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| So if you (swallow your pride)
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| Should decide to (spill your insides)
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| Take your time, find your spine
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| I swear you’ll be just fine
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| If your backbone should find its way home
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| Through the whole above your neck (is where the trap is set)
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| You look so obvious… predictable…
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| And some day your games will catch up to you
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| So obvious…
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| And we all know
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| That some day your games will catch up to
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| (right now)
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| You thought I’d fall for your lies
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| You thought I’d cut off all ties
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| Anymore gutless and you’d be dead
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| You show me yours, I’ll show you mine
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| You know sincerity grows in time
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| Sing it with me if you can
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| So if you (swallow your pride)
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| Should decide to (spill your insides)
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| Take your time, find your spine
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| I swear you’ll be just fine
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| If your backbone should find its way home
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| Through the whole above your neck (is where the trap is set)
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| You look so obvious… predictable…
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| And some day your games will catch up to you
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| So obvious…
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| And we all know
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| That some day your games will catch up
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| So carve your apologies in your wrists
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| Let the guilt drip from your fingertips
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| I’m on to you, we’re on to you
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| Now wear this excuse around your neck
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| I’ll kick the chair out from your legs
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| I’m on to you, we’re on to you
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| You look so obvious… predictable…
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| And some day your games will catch up to you
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| So obvious…
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| And we all know
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| That some day your games will catch up…
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| Right now |