| My name isn’t Katherine
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| My name isn’t Crystal
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| My name isn’t Nicki or Chad or Sebastian
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| But thank you for asking
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| Drunk on a mattress, kissing an actress, taking the last sip
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| They call that a hat trick
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| It turns out the sad kids become the Brad Pitts
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| Ain’t that rich
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| My name is a question
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| A reckoning whether my parents were laughing or stressing
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| When they had to give me their blessing
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| And pray that it lasted
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| I went from the classroom
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| Acing exams in a regular fashion
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| To searching for god in a bathroom
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| And I wonder now
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| How the fuck did it happen
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| Tracing the lines but the lines get blurred
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| Yeah the pot gets smoked and the pot gets stirred
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| Said my concert was dope but I’m not so sure
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| I’ve been feeling the end of my rope insecure
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| Wish I was taller and bigger but smaller too
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| I want a mansion to wander through
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| I wanna appear on the CNN crawler
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| I wanna be leisurely tanning Bahama cruise
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| I’m on the loose
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| Nothing to lose
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| Gimme the juice
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| Sipping a brew
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| Because the news
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| Making me blue
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| Giving me anxiety
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| Banks lie to us
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| Tanks firing
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| Bang bang a lot
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| Catch sight of it
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| Straight out of luck
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| You’re dead
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| Society’s pill-popping now
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| Dad lied to me
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| Still talk about that with my therapist
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| So I don’t go jumping off terraces
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| My name isn’t Katherine
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| My name isn’t Crystal
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| My name isn’t Nicki or Chad or Sebastian
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| But thank you for asking
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| Drunk on a mattress, kissing an actress, taking the last sip
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| They call that a hat trick
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| It turns out the sad kids become the Brad Pitts
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| My name is obnoxious
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| My name is preposterous
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| My name is an albatross around my neck
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| Tightening up her grip and it’s making me nauseous
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| My name is a lineage
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| I am a guinea pig
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| Am I a genius
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| Am I an idiot
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| Am I just digits inside of the matrix
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| Existence is boxing me in like a cage
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| Every day
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| Yeah my name is a shadow
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| It wrapped itself around me just like a lasso
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| Followed me from NYC out to Glasgow
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| Pounded me into the ground like a gavel
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| Said you can’t escape
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| Licking the envelope sealing my fate
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| I’m feeling the pain of a person who’s spreading the love
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| But witnesses hate
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| Wait
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| I rewind and decide to be kind whenever I can
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| So I’m making a beeline for all of my friends
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| And my enemies even the ones who have declined
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| To be fine with everyone being their self
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| They say that we’re going to hell
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| But I turned my cheek I can tell
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| That they’ve just been crying for help
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| We all can be somebody else
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| Cause everyone’s feeling afraid
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| We all have the power to change
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| We all came to earth just the same
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| Nobody even chose their name
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| I thought that my name was unique
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| But it was naive to believe that
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| Turns out there’s many of me
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| Walking around on the planet
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| And one day the tables will turn
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| I’ll look at my newborn baby
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| And know that her name is a curse
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| Isn’t it crazy
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| My name isn’t Katherine
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| My name isn’t Crystal
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| My name isn’t Nicki or Chad or Sebastian
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| But thank you for asking
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| Drunk on a mattress, kissing an actress, taking the last sip
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| They call that a hat trick
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| It turns out the sad kids become the Brad Pitts |