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