| I really don’t think you should judge a book by it’s cover
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| Oh my God, what are they wearing?
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| Give me a break
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| Born in a free land, brought up by soft hands, cruisin' the left lane
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| Paint by numbers, results, go the game plan
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| Silver tongues and rusty lungs
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| My love and hate relation of velvet generation
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| Too rich to try
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| But too poor to buy
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| Too smart to fool yourself into thinking that this is the life
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| You’re too young to reach
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| But too old to teach
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| We got everything, or do we have nothing at all?
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| Sweet escape, you got to sugarcoat
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| We hit the ground running on a perfect robe
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| Give me love, give me real
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| Give me something I can feel, now
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| Senses are all bubblewrapped
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| All high on medication of blurry generation
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| Too rich to try
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| But too poor to buy
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| Too smart to fool yourself into thinking that this is the life
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| You’re too young to reach
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| But too old to teach
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| And we got everything, or do we have nothing at all?
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| You’re too rich to try
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| But too poor to buy
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| Too smart to fool yourself into thinking that this is the life
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| You’re too young to reach
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| But too old to teach
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| And we got everything, or do we have nothing at all? |