| Urban Hipster, the new gangster… frontin’by the club
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| New wave mannequins packin’haircuts, instead of packin’guns
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| Magazines form overseas, won’t teach you how to feel
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| They trade in their hearts for indie rock charts to tell them what is real
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| When did they assume… putting on a costume?
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| Gave them a right to… ostracize
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| Out of the woodwork… art aficionados
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| Answer one question…
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| Where is the line? |
| Where is the line?
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| Between your fashion and your mind
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| Where is the line? |
| Where is the line?
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| 'Cause some of us aren’t blind!
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| Where is the line? |
| Where is the line?
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| To be your self is not a crime
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| Where is the Line? |
| Where is the line?
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| 'Cause some of us aren’t blind!
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| She sells street cred with no smile, at the local record store
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| She’s acting the role and dressing the part, pretending to be bored
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| The truth about conformity, is it bites without a sting
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| Trends come and go, but when your alone it doesn’t mean a thing
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| When did they assume… putting on a costume?
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| Gave them a right to… ostracize
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| Out of the woodwork… art aficionados
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| Answer one question…
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| Where is the line? |
| Where is the line?
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| Between your fashion and your mind
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| Where is the line? |
| Where is the line?
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| 'Cause some of us aren’t blind!
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| Where is the line? |
| Where is the line?
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| To be your self is not a crime
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| Where is the Line? |
| Where is the line?
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| 'Cause some of us aren’t blind!
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| Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
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| Here today, but forgotten tomorrow!
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| Here today, but forgotten tomorrow! |