| This place feels like a catalog.
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| I wonder if your close-ups taken too long.
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| Would you like a snapshot for your mother, boy?
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| I don’t care.
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| I don’t want to know.
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| It’s never been a part of me.
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| Just like a junkie fears the light of day,
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| I wonder if it’s just another role we play.
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| Like a celebrity on minimum wage.
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| I never understood.
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| Never thought I should.
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| It’s never been a part of me.
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| Still having nothing
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| ain’t a fucking blessing.
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| Still it ain’t a curse, though.
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| Cuz I’ve known worse.
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| So I’ll just keep on wearing this old crown
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| I found on the ground.
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| Three cheers for anything holding us down.
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| Watching as aesthetic over-powers the sound.
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| Sort of like a martyr so proud of his picture.
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| I don’t want to know.
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| Let it all go.
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| It’s never been a part of me.
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| Your new found dreams are a nightmare.
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| And I wonder if you even know,
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| are you ready to be Davey
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| to the new Goliath?
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| Taking notes at your all-ages show.
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| It’s like the marketing department
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| has finally figured out that 'The Pit'
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| can always make more room.
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| I’d love to sneer at the camera
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| for your revolution,
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| but I just can’t afford the fucking costume.
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| Are you scared to go outside?
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| Will it cut you down to size?
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| Where’s the do or die?
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| It’s staring you in the eye… |