| Too many poeple need a pseudonym
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| Cut their hair and pout like anything
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| So worried that the real them might get in
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| And paranoid about their skin
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| They usually have good fashion sense
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| So aware that red and green offends
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| Most have a popstar for a friend
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| Or live of what their parents send
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| Can I be sure when I don’t know
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| Who I am talking to anymore
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| They so adament in their belief
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| Sincere dedicated and cheap
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| Maintain they’ve never needed to enfeoff
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| Or justify to their relief
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| But then it barely lasts an episode
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| From verse to verse without a pallnode
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| Into the next issue of mode
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| Spectacled and pidgeon toed
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| With well established social prejudice
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| Become second rate rock journalists
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| Never satisfy the need to outwit
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| And influence the modernist
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| Too many people need a pseudonym
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| Cut their hair and pout like anything
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| So afraid the real them might get in
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| Concern and always rivalling |