| This overgrown boy in a paper crown
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| Is eating his own to teach you to keep it down
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| Your favorite show: he’s taken his guns to town
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| The rattle of bones rocks when you play it loud
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| And the less that you know
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| Maybe what goes around won’t ever come around
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| Until you’re deep in the ground
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| So in the sweet here and the now
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| We’re polishing our paper crowns
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| Paid and policed and so proud, i know, i know, i know
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| Ego, ego, leading the long way home
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| Playstation glow lighting the rush hour road
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| And the less that you know
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| Maybe what goes around won’t ever come around
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| Until you’re deep in the ground
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| So in the sweet here and the now
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| We’re polishing our paper crowns
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| Paid and policed and so proud, i know, i know, oh no
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| Glacial calm, profiles on
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| Uneasy cure, now all’s secure
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| In the sweet here and the now
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| We’re polishing our paper crowns
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| Paid and policed and so proud
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| We’re polishing our paper crowns |