| We ll never walk a dead end line
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| Or a bribed or a hyped or a limed one
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| We ll always be there right in time
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| We re so cool that we don t mind
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| We ll never speak in triple tongues
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| Of the wrongs of the ones we can¹t get to
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| We ll never envy anyone
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| With a gun having fun in a fast car
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| Cause we re so human, so common, so refined
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| We re always charming, disarming the clue
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| Always authentic, romantic, electric
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| Never excentric, three entric, bombastic
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| In love with silly answers and candy coated pulp
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| We re of our potential and silent bout our youth
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| Don t ever try to wake us up
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| From the dream I admit we ain t dreaming
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| Don t give in to a single doubt
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| In a crowd that ain t like you
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| Don t ever have a second thought
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| Or a fourth or a fifth or a sixteenth
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| And always try to break the ice
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| In a gaslit room on fire
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| Always authentic, the bright stars, the right cars
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| Always for rentals, the gentles, the true ones
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| Always authentic, fantastic, so drastic
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| We’re so intriguing, fatiguing ourselves
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| We pile up our credentials
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| Our CV-gated smiles
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| We jump over your fences
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| Decide we re just like you
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| Those systematic breakdowns are easy to explain
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| These daily deviations mislead us from the main
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| We re climbing up a rotten tree
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| And forget that we cut all the branches
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| We hide in artificial bush
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| And we joyride the rendeer
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| We ll always make a better deal
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| Never steal, never blink, never whisper
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| We ll always try to please your dad
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| Not the youngest of your sisters
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| Cause we re so human, so common, the greatest
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| We’re always charming disarming the clue
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| Always authentic, the bright stars, the right cars
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| Always for rentals, the gentles, the true ones
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| Let’s make a scandal, demental our fractals
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| Let’s show the world we re authentically cruel
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| With every flight that s cancelled
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| The calmer we remain
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| While waiting by the wrong gate
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| Authentic s still our game |