| Hey Thomas, with your short ass hair
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| We’ll call you out everywhere that we can
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| And I Promise to be a bitch of a bully
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| So that my friends think I’m funny at your expense
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| You wear those loose clothes, you know we don’t approve of
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| Won’t show the parts of you we wanna see
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| And what you don’t know, is that you’re breaking all our rules
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| We can’t accept your point of view, we can correct you
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| Hey Thomas
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| I thought we had this discussion
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| Your definition of disgusting, on our lips
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| And we’re perfect, we get you tell you how to think
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| Your imperfections make you weaker than you know
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| And yet you walk around here as if you own the place
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| As if you have the right to say we’re wrong, but who says you’re right?
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| Connect it up and try to look from where were coming from
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| We’re obviously better son, we’re always gonna win
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| And although we can’t fix you right now
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| We’ve got the high ground
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| You’re way below where you have stood before
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| So take advice when it falls down
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| You’re nothing more than
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| The girl we build you up to be, it’s obvious to see |
| Hey Thomas
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| I though you promised you’d be good
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| You’ve opted out of what you always should say yes to
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| And we don’t allow this
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| Your reputation’s at its end my friend
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| Your modesty has let you down for the last time
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| But I’ll wear those loose clothes I know they don’t approve of
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| Won’t show the parts of me they wanna see
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| And what I do know
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| Is that I’m breaking all your rules
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| I won’t accept your point of view, you can’t correct me
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| And although you can’t fix me right now
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| I’ve got the high ground
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| I’m way above where I have stood before
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| Won’t take advice when it falls down
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| I’m something more than
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| The girl you build me up to be, it’s obvious to see
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| Hey Thomas |