| So it seems that you’re not listening
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| Because if you were you would be ashamed
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| Of the modern state of music that we have today
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| The same shit, the same way
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| With just some new dumb pretty face
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| So it seems we need beauty
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| To define music’s prosperity
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| So it seems that you’re not listening
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| Because if you were you would walk away
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| And so this is how you sell these fools mediocrity
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| With some whore and four chords
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| In the latest fashions of today
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| So it seems we need beauty
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| To believe music’s acceptability
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| Nice tits, six pack, anorexic scumbags parade before me
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| Profiting proportionally to the sex they sell
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| Maybe I’d feel better if this were the exception
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| To the rule rather than so common place
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| So it seems we need beauty
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| To define music’s prosperity
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| If we choose to walk this path we must consider
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| The consequences — defamation to the art in itself
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| Welcome to the death of originality! |