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Take your hand, stretch it out, your fingers are mere bones But I trust they'll suffice to hold your wayward tongue Cos you're straining expounding over things you don't understand again And again I'm so tired of hearing you complain about the things we cannot change We try so hard to believe in good but we can't find it anywhere Oh your face reveals the ardor with which you feel we should approach The laws that govern our society "Well they don't govern me!" you decree And I'm so tired of hearing you complain about the things we cannot change We try so hard to believe in good but we can't find it anywhere We can't find it anywhere