| And you’re like a 90's jesus
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| And you revel in your psychosis
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| How dare you
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| And you sample concepts like hors d’euvres
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| And you eat their questions for dessert
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| Is it just me or is it hot in here
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| And you’re like a 90's kennedy
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| And you’re really a million years old
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| You can’t fool me They’ll throw opinions like rocks in riots
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| And they’ll stumble around like hypocrites
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| Is it just me or is it dark in here?
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| Well you may never be or have a husband you may never have or hold a child
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| You will learn to lose everything we are temporary arrangements
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| And you’re like a 90's noah
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| And they laughed at you as you packed all of your things
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| And they wonder why you’re frustrated
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| And they wonder why you’re so angry
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| And is it just me or are you fed up?
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| And may God bless you in your travels in your conquests and queries |