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They pull our strings, the animals
They blind, they breed the hate
Under their wing we're scientists
We swallow what they fake
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident
Most fall in line, they do the dance
And salute the safest thing
Bought with their lives, cry and socialize
And throw all the beauty away
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident
They blind, they breed the hate
Under their wing we're scientists
We swallow what they fake
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident
Most fall in line, they do the dance
And salute the safest thing
Bought with their lives, cry and socialize
And throw all the beauty away
For all you lonely boys
I will be president
In all you sons of men
I can be accident
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"President [Album Version]" as written by Chris Corner
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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