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Is it obvious that you have had it wrong?
You're attitude and angst seem to have gone
Is there no way you can be what you have said?
Another self-serving sermon

You can stand and beat your breast
While they feed on the fruit of their sweat
You've got it rough
Haven't you got it rough
So you shoot shoot shoot
From the lip

While you emulate the man that touched your heart
Imitate at due cost
Your comment on positions out of reach
Contradict the very words you preach

You can stand and beat your breast
While they feed on the fruit of their sweat
You've got it rough
Haven't you got it rough
So you shoot shoot shoot
From the lip

I just know
I won't - remember your name


Mirror lyrics:

I won't - remember your name
I just know

From the lip
So you shoot shoot shoot
Haven't you got it rough
You've got it rough
While they feed on the fruit of their sweat
You can stand and beat your breast

Contradict the very words you preach
Your comment on positions out of reach
Imitate at due cost
While you emulate the man that touched your heart

From the lip
So you shoot shoot shoot
Haven't you got it rough
You've got it rough
While they feed on the fruit of their sweat
You can stand and beat your breast

Another self-serving sermon
Is there no way you can be what you have said?
You're attitude and angst seem to have gone
Is it obvious that you have had it wrong?


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