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You want me to adapt to the changes you've made I have to admit it all seems strange The production is over yet I'm still getting played You say "even if it isn't broke still fix it" Let me criticize you your method isn't exquisite When something sits idol it still runs fine Maybe you need to change your "open mind" You want live to amend It's a world of pretend Where everything works fine Leaving no peace of mind It sounds great on paper The ideas you layer It just in fair To succum to your nightmare