we used to throw ourselves to the lions
and they'd just run off
you shoulda heard them laugh
when you turned your back
they never liked your style
and i hope that you hang in
waiting for what's not there
that little mess you made when it all came down
you shoulda saw your face
there was no one to stop it
no one to hold you back
i think i'll wait it all out
until they cut you a deal
it never made much sense
i know you'll thank me someday

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