| Tried to keep myself from
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| Falling in the same trap
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| But I fell in anyways
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| Watch myself fall faster further
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| To the ugly bottom now
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| Getting closer everyday
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| Now people see something in me
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| That isn’t there and wo’t be back
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| Now people think they’re friends with me
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| Cos they think I care and their hair’s dyed black
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| Deep down, really far inside
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| You know that it’s not true
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| There’s a thing called a dollar sign
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| And it’s the only thing that hooks me to you
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| Now feel so alive
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| But I feel like a whore
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| Fill your head full of lies
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| To get you into the store
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| No such thing as the underground
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| Just a bunch of little people
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| Trying to make themselves big
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| No such thing as the underground
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| An it really doesn’t atter how far you dig
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| I looked I mean I really tried but
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| I never saw anything that you all pride
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| Just a bunch of little kids with
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| Corporate symbols in their eyes
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| Who were looking for a paper to sign
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| Deep down, really far inside
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| You kno that it’s not true
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| There’s a thing called a dollar sign and
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| It’s the only thing that really interests you…
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| Now feel so alive
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| But I feel like a whore
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| Fill your head full of lies
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| To get you into the store
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| Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big…
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| Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big…
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| Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big…
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| Bunch of little people trying to make themselves big… |