If you were a boxer, I'd be your corner man
I'd fight for your honor if you ever went down
But all of the others flash glances of betrayal
They'd string me up sideways to spin me around
And mother would say you've been warned
'Cause we'd only end up locking horns
And the truth looks a little less tainted
Depending on the color you paint it
Collecting your allies and friends
With the urgency of a shattered spy
Whose mission entirely depends
On living so full without knowing why
If I were a captain of industrial ships
That powered the world the world like a crude rubber ball
Would you find it vital to stand in my shadow
When I am the man in control of it all?
And how you would cringe and distort
When my résumé turned out to be forged
And the game that enveloped you in it
Now cheapened with each passing minute
It's easy to make yourself feel an emotion that's never been real
If you're pulling yourself northward just going off a star
You'll think that you're northward wherever you are
Collecting your allies and friends
With the urgency of a shattered spy
But here's where our little dance ends
'Cause I can't be full without knowing why
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