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 Can't make  own decisions or make any with precision
 Well, maybe you should tie me up so  don't go where you don't want me
 You say that I've been changing, that I'm  just simply aging
 Yeah, how could  be logical?
 Just  on cramming ideas down my throat
 
 Wo-o-o-ho-oh
 
 You don't have to  me
 But the way I, way I  it
 Next time you  a finger
 I might have to bend it 
 Or  it, break it off
 Next time you point  finger... I'll point you to the mirror
 
 If God's the game  you're playing
 Well, we  get more acquainted
 Because it has to be  lonely... to be the only one who's holy
 It's just my humble opinion, but it's  that I believe in
 You don't deserve a point of view, if the only  you see is you
 
 Wo-o-o-ho-oh
 
 You  have to believe me
 But the way I, way I  it
 Next  you point a finger
 I  have to bend it back
 Or break it,  it off
 Next time you  a finger... I'll point you to the mirror
 
 This is the last second 
 (I'll point you to the 
 I'm half  good as it gets
  point you to the mirror)
  on both sides of the fence
  point you to the mirror)
 Without a  of regret... I'll hold you to it
 
  know you don't believe me
 But the way I, way I  it
 Next time you  a finger
 I might have to  it back
 Or break it, break  off
 Next time you point a finger... I'll point  to the mirror
 
  know you won't believe me
 But the way I, way  see it
 Next time  point a finger
 I  have to bend it back
 Or break it, break  off
 Next  you point a finger... I'll point you to the mirror