Why do you speak with that accent now?
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Everyone knows you're not from the streets.
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You went to prep school in Cambridge,
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With daughters and sons of the privileged elite.
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Their fortunes from shipping and industry,
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Their futures in yacht clubs and tails.
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So why do you speak with that accent now?
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Everyone knows you're moonlighting here.
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To avail yourself of your heritage,
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For a season or two in the sun.
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Draw well from the funds in the trust,
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Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons,
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For us it's a matter of charging the gates
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For you it's a matter of blood and connections
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Of blood and connections.
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So who do you fool with that costume now?
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Everyone knows you're not who you seem
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You've got a hard way about you
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For someone whose passage is already paid
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By the sins and the schemes of your father
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And the infinite reach of his arm
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Draw well from the funds in the trust,
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Thanks to the fathers of fortunate sons,
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For us it's a matter of charging the gates
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For you it's a matter of blood
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Drink well from your bottomless cup
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And bask in your good fortune
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For us it's a matter of charging the gates
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For you it's a matter of blood and connections
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So where will you be when you tire of the fun
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The escape, the charade, and your time in the sun
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I know everyone does their own reinvention
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But yours has a taste that's hard to swallow
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And what will you tell of your tenure with us?
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Will you build yourself up, like the size of your hunt?
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If they're anything like what you've been telling us,
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Those stories will make true believers
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Of the chumps and the fools.
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So why do you speak with that accent now?
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Everyone knows you're not from the streets.
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Matters Of Blood And Connection
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Dashboard Confessional |