I have been ringing your doorbell
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But you left me standing in the hall
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And you make love by the numbers
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That doesn’t mean there’s any love at all
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Now there you go with a big explanation
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Why do you waste your time?
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And there you go, under estimation
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Of the thoughts that cross my mind
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This is your promise that you put up for sale
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It’s done like a picture from a fairy tale
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But still there’s a difference, let me show it to you
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This is crapola, this is shinola
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I see you’re still in the headlines
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You pegged the latest trend again this week
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I’m not impressed by the outfit
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Or your revolutionary chic
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And here it comes
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I see you forming the words, you’re performing the exercise
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And here it comes
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It’s the feeling that I heard the same speech a hundred times
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This is the jabber of a chimpanzee
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The motion of your mouth looks much the same to me
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The differentiation might be hard to see
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But this is crapola, this is shinola
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Everyone’s talking, few of them know
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The rest are pretending, they put on a show
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And if there’s a message I guess this is it
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Truth isn’t easy, the easy part’s shit
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And here it comes
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Now I’m forming the words, I’m performing the exercise
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And here it comes
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It’s the feeling that I’ve made the same speech a million times
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These are your leaders, come on take a look
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They’ll lie and cheat and steal then sell the rights to the book
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And these are your neighbors who have swung to the right
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But you don’t have to worry just as long as you’re white
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And my generation is just waiting to die
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We’ll swallow anything if it would just get us high
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I don’t know who’s a bigger fool
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But one thing I know
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This is crapola, this is shinola |