| Me and you in love with our
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| Rule over solid waste
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| Our artistic merit is questionable
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| We’ll fall on our face
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| And I can’t bear the sight
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| Not to sound pragmatic
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| But our parents were right
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| This ain’t adequate
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| But you can always seek refuge under…
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| Sunshowers
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| There’s a place for you and a place for me under…
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| Sunshowers
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| Return to the bourgeoisie while I sift through debris
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| You view the poverty line as a threshold
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| For truth in pricey slums
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| This ain’t art school, it’s a shark pool
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| Of well-groomed yuppie scum
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| And they got orders to kill
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| Watch them fashion your cell
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| How’d they get a recording deal
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| When they’re wack as hell
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| But the chicken-scratch in your sketchbook
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| It mirrors what you loath
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| Sunshowers
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| There’s a place for you and a place for me under…
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| Sunshowers
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| Sunshowers
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| There’s a place for you and a place for me under…
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| Sunshowers
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| They got easels to stain, and uh
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| People to blame, with their
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| Egos inflamed, and their
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| Neat codenames
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| I saw your sub-genre in a passing glance
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| It was you and your DJ in matching pants
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| Sleeping pills and record sleeves
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| Defaced museum pieces
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| Concert-goers flailing arms
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| Taxidermy for the nouveau riche
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| I don’t need this
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| I don’t need this…
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| Sunshowers
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| There’s a place for you and a place for me under…
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| Sunshowers
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| Sunshowers
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| I don’t need this, I don’t need this
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| Sunshowers |