| You’re too sensible
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| But you’re indispensable
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| You’re too sensible
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| But you’re indispensable
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| And you know what to do you’ve said it through and through
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| The pencil fables scribe their way to lonesome moral truths
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| You’re too sensible
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| But you’re indispensable
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| You’re too sensible
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| But you’re indispensable and when its gone away, we’ll lie there in our graves
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| Knowing that we’re slaves for a desperate taste of praise
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| And every time they come alive they give us that bad glimmer
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| Its the nihilistic glamour pose its all a pack of lies
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| The chance of moral suicide
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| You know there there ain’t no compromise
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| One day you will need us and we don’t know who to trust
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| And every time they come alive they give us that bad glimmer
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| Its the nihilistic glamour pose its all a pack of lies
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| The chance of moral suicide
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| You know there there ain’t no compromise
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| One day you will need us and we don’t know who to trust
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| Oh Celebrity
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| We don’t, we don’t know who to trust
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| We don’t, we don’t know who to trust
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| We don’t, we don’t know who to trust
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| We don’t, we don’t know who to trust
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| And every time they come alive they give us that bad glimmer
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| Its the nihilistic glamour pose its all a pack of lies
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| The chance of moral suicide
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| You know there there ain’t no compromise
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| One day you will need us and we don’t know who to trust |