Just listen to the politician wishing his position wasn't missing
Everything his heart would like to say
And a constant in the constitution is that there can't be one solution
It'd be so far from the truth and we would hate it anyway
Opinions are immunity to being told you're wrong
Paper, rock, and scissors they all have their pros and cons
And all of us we will endure just like we always have
But you just can't be too sure how long this will last
'Cause we control the chaos
In the back of our minds our problems seem so small
But they grow on us like gravity
But gravity still makes us fall

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