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 Can't make my own decisions  make any with precision
 Well, maybe you should tie me up so I  go where you don't want me
  say that I've been changing, that I'm not just simply aging
 Yeah,  could that be logical?
 Just  on cramming ideas down my throat
 
 Wo-o-o-ho-oh
 
 You don't have  believe me
 But the  I, way I see it
 Next time you  a finger
 I might have to bend  back
  break it, break it off
 Next time you point a  I'll point you to the mirror
 
 If God's  game that you're playing
 Well, we must  more acquainted
 Because it has to be so  to be the only one who's holy
 It's just my humble opinion, but it's one that I  in
 You don't deserve a point of view, if  only thing you see is you
 
 Wo-o-o-ho-oh
 
 You don't have  believe me
 But the way I, way  see it
 Next time you point a 
 I  have to bend it back
 Or break it, break it 
 Next  you point a finger... I'll point you to the mirror
 
 This is the last second 
 (I'll  you to the mirror)
  half as good as it gets
 (I'll point you  the mirror)
 I'm on both sides of the 
  point you to the mirror)
  a hint of regret... I'll hold you to it
 
 I know you  believe me
 But the  I, way I see it
 Next time you point  finger
 I might have to  it back
 Or  it, break it off
 Next time you point  finger... I'll point you to the mirror
 
 I know you won't  me
 But the way I, way  see it
 Next time you point  finger
 I might have  bend it back
 Or  it, break it off
 Next time you point a finger... I'll point you to  mirror