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IschiaWho made up all the rulesWe follow them like foolsBelieve them to be trueDon't care to think them throughAnd I'm sorry so sorryI'm sorry it's like thisI'm sorry so sorryI'm sorry we do thisAnd it's ironic tooCoz what we tend to doIs act on what they sayAnd then it is that wayAnd I'm sorry so sorry...Who are theyAnd where are theyAnd how can they possiblyknow all thisDo you see what I seeWhy do we live like thisIs it because it's truethat ignorance is blissWho are theyAnd where are theyAnd how do theyknow all thisAnd I'm sorry so sorryI'm sorry it's like this(Jem, "They")