| You tell lies when the truth will do You are the social chameleon what on earth we gonna do with you?
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| Slip your neck into a rope, show me a smile
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| You’d run a mile
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| Then you are free, so where’s the goal?
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| Where’s the style? |
| You want the dough
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| Got dead sea scrolls for you and your women too
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| She’s got corpses in her mouth
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| Still she’s holding hands with you
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| It’s cut like crystal chandeliers
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| I’ll shine like diamonds in her ears
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| She smokes crack, it’s off the beaten track
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| You are the social chameleon, you change to suit the people around you
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| It’s like the waves that hit the shore
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| You cannot stand the force of law
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| Look man, I know it from your nature
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| Hit the deck
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| Hit the deck, as the creator
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| Got dead sea scrolls for you and your women too
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| She’s got corpses in her mouth
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| Still she’s holding hands with you
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| It’s cut like crystal chandeliers
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| I’ll shine like diamonds in her ears |