| You took some acid back in '99
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| You said it blew your mind
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| And it helped you write rhymes
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| So you bought a trilby and a cheap guitar
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| You thought you’d be a star
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| It didn’t get you that far
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| I don’t know your name
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| You’re just another band with a different game
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| And you’re all the same
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| You said you played at Reading
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| Then you chart at fifty-seven
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| You’re off your face like you’re number one
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| How many tracks have you sold?
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| Mmmmm, none
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| Walk 'round the place like you’re number one
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| So why don’t you write a tune
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| That we can hum?
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| Just 'cos your dad knew the Rolling Stones
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| You’ve got the Primrose set in your cell phone
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| Don’t kid yourself, you’re an indie clone
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| We’ve seen it before, get a sound of your own
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| You only follow Sinatra
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| 'Cos you, you couldn’t get into Rada
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| So let’s try a little bit harder
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| 'Cos you need more than jeans and a parka yeah yeah
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| Just 'cos your dad knew the Rolling Stones
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| You’ve got the Primrose set in your cell phone
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| Don’t kid yourself, you’re an indie clone
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| We’ve seen it before, get a sound of your own
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| You can make history
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| If you just stayed off the whiskey
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| And yeah you might just look like a rock star
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| But how much soul did it cost ya, cost ya? |