| You talk so much that you must think
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| Your tongue spools out from your brain
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| But those around you demand your wisdom
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| To combat the lowly inane
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| Oh, how you make me hate the freedom of speech
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| Because you use it like your throat sprung a leak
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| And actions do speak certainly
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| But since you won’t pay attention
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| Shut your mouth and listen to me
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| The soapbox you stand on has got a few cracks
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| The horse that you ride is quite high
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| Perhaps you’re as wise as your words may suggest
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| Or perhaps you wear a disguise
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| For all the wrong that you call to attention
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| Some seems to have been misplaced
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| And since you speak so honestly
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| Why don’t you point your finger right back in your own face?
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| Lord, I hate the sin so much
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| But I love the sinner, I certainly do
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| But how will they know how to purge the evil
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| If I don’t tell them what to do?
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself
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| I’ve got to get myself to forget myself |