| I am oh so fascinated
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| I am oh so entertained
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| Standing here like a comedian
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| I repeat what I said, again and again, and again
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| Until the meaning has become an imitation of itself
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| An impression of an original defeats the fucking purpose
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| I don’t know where this is going
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| But it’s looking more and more like the same place where we started
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| Oh good God, holy shit, the joke’s on us, not on them
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| Kids pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen
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| And everybody’s watching the lead singer in the bands
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| The guitars explode into a drumbeat that’s driving
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| It’s pretty fucking boring, ah, don’t you think?
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| And of all the things we’d ask
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| Of all the ways we’d like for it to be
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| They’re just drunken conversations
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| Song lyrics sung at the top of our lungs so desperately
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| I believe in a power that is of and by the people
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| I believe in an art that cannot be compromised
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| I believe that I will endure, and I will overcome
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| And I will sing it until I no longer remember the reason
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| Oh good God, holy shit, the joke’s on us, not on them
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| Kids pretending to be astronauts, police officers, and firemen |