| You found a way, to draw a line
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| Between the world and you
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| Faking your identity it’s true
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| Did you think the word «alternative»
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| Was only meant for the likes of you?
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| Do you think that they’re too cool now?
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| Being popular is lame
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| You’re the one who made them popular
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| All their songs are still the same
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| You found them first
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| It made you stand apart, you know?
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| But then everyone jumped on the same bandwagon
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| Making you an average Joe
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| A lemming for the mediocre
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| You were just a plain old joker, status quo
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| Blame it on the band now
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| If you prick them do they bleed?
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| What’s the point in playing what they want
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| If you won’t let them succeed?
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| Do you remember where we all came from?
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| Do you remember what it’s all about?
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| When you made a point to be objective
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| Before you started writing Handbook for the Sellout?
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| You sunk your worth in being different
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| Just to be like your own kind
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| You traded in objectiveness
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| For the underground you follow blind
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| Do you remember where we all came from?
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| Do you remember what it’s all about?
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| When you made a point to be objective
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| Before you started writing Handbook for the Sellout? |