| Pale purple nipples
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| Goose pimpled
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| She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot
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| Alone in the city
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| Infested with faces
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| Immune to new friendships
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| Interested in places she’s never seen
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| She says everything is grey here
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| And nothing is green
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| The girls from down the street
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| Sixteen, seventeen years old
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| You can smell them getting pregnant
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| You can hear their rock and roll
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| That’s america
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| You have to be tough
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| Like a glad trash bag
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| The government’s an old nag
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| With a good pedigree
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| But pedigree’s don’t help you and me
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| I see the precedent is grey here
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| And nothing is green
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| Unless something unforseen happens
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| I’m surrounded by the haves
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| They say i can have some too
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| Just because of what i do
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| Do they think a lot
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| About those who have not
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| Or does it just distract them
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| From what they do
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| Most of us have grey
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| Except for those who can pay
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| For green
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| I’m torn
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| I’m torn
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| Rejecting outfits offered me
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| Regretting things i’ve worn
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| When i was still playing roles
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| To fill holes
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| In my conception of who i am
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| You know, now i understand
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| It’s not important to be defined
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| It’s only important to use your time well
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| Well time is something nobody can buy
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| And nobody can sell you
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| So don’t let anybody tell you
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| They have the advantage
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| Because all the grey people can say every day
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| Doesn’t mean anything
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| If your mind is green
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| Pale purple nipples
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| Goose pimpled
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| She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot
|
| Alone in the city
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| Infested with faces
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| Immune to new friendships
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| Interested in places she’s never seen
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| She says everything is grey here
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| Otherwise i’d stay here
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| But i’m looking for green
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| Just like every human being |