Looks like my job to judge everyone,
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until I get the judging done,
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It's only fair, I find out where,
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You claim your from, why you left there,
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Some sketch of you, is coming through,
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Just make sure you are still, don't move anything,
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Now we'll see just how well you're put together,
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And what you're missing
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The pieces fit because I pushed them through,
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There's no more mystery, I know all about you
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The pieces fit the way I want them to,
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So don't go changing, don't give me work to do!
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The third dimension's fine, most of the time,
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But I never thought along those lines,
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So I won't try to identify more than just a single side,
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It's a face value strategy, and it hurts me to think much faster,
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It's never clear to me!
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The pieces fit because I pushed them through,
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There's no more mystery, I know all about you
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The pieces fit the way I want them to,
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So don't go changing, don't give me work to do!
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Pieces Fit
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| Finger Eleven |
