From the album Built to Last
Lyrics by Paul Jones
Music by Revelaria
Take a good look around
And notice the world that surrounds you
You don't have a clue what life really means
You're so worried 'bout
Your money sex and image that you feel your hands
Are too damn full to reach out and to help someone
Is it in style to really love anything, anymore?
What's it like to be so alone
When you pass through so many lives each day?
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You wake up, then you're posing again
Go back to sleep
Use whomever you need to to get things done
It looks as if your feet grow with
Your head and your wallet, son
You can't fit into anyone else's shoes
Sorry sight, you live out someone else's dream
Never realizing that it don't make you you
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You're content with all your one night stands
And amorous glances
And you feel your hands are too damn full
To reach and give someone else a chance
Is it in style to really love anyone, anymore?
You compile your little black book full of bets with names
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Use whomever you need to to have your fun
It looks as if your feet grow with
Your head and your wallet, son
You can't fit into anyone else's shoes
Sorry sight, you live out someone else's dream
Never realizing that it don't make you you
Now you walk your walk and try to show yourself off
Close your eyes and try to imagine the end
Well you think that you're so great
But you should listen 'cause nobody cares
And it isn't too late if you'd like to repent
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