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Villified Justified?
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Remember when you couldn't stand the sight,
Of the lion's den I was trapped in every night
Ultimatums flew
And so I chose you
And for once I was in the right
Now you sway in the palm of either's hand
As I pray you don't sink into their sand
And you lecture me
About the grudge I keep
And the rock on which I stand
(and listen as they)
Manipulate
Everybody
Til they get their way
But not me (anymore)
All those years I would have rather died
Than see a tear fall out of either's eye
All these I shed
Trying to raise the dead
Now I'd rather let them lie
(and listen as they)
Manipulate
Everybody
Til they get their way
But not me
Keep your dirty hands, your indifference
And you powdery nose out of my business
Cus I do not want any part of this
Manipulate
Everybody
Til they get their way
But not me
If you see them
Go on and tell them
Well, thanks for nothin'
That's what they gave me.
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