| Everything you say
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| Comes from your mommy, your daddy
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| You crave constant approval on the daily
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| Won’t fail you, won’t fail me
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| Dad got my new Rolex
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| Dad got my new clients
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| I get it, goddamn it
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| You’re not defined
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| But don’t you wanna breathe your own air?
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| Everything you do
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| You do it for the camera, the lights and the views
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| Writing your name on the walls, «I was here»
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| Gotta remind 'em, but they will forget
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| Where has the art gone?
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| Don’t you wanna stay away
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| From all of your cashmere sweaters?
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| And I can see why you’re going the business
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| 'Cause you’ll surely find a soulmate
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| Your parents will approve her
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| 'Cause he’s rolling in
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| But don’t you wanna breathe your own air?
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| Walking around in that mess
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| Don’t you care?
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| Where has the art gone?
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| Don’t you wanna stay away
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| From all of your cashmere sweaters?
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| Away from your cashmere sweaters?
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| And even your shoes, incrusted in gold
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| Beg for approval, while children saw
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| The rest of your cashmere sweaters
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| And even your mind is already sold
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| Feeds on attention, while children saw
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| The rest of your cashmere sweaters
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| The rest of your cashmere sweaters
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| Away from your cashmere sweaters |