| Hold out your hand
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| Pull it back, wash it off
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| I’ll celebrate when we make it without you
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| You’re so out of taste
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| Out of own ways
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| They did tell you what to think
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| Now you claim the thoughts to be yours
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| I’m so bored with all you stand for
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| I’m so bored with all you sucker stand for
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| And will you shut it and cut that hair
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| It might help you not to care
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| For things too big to understand
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| With your small, small, stupid goddamn head
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| Yeah, will you shut it and cut that hair
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| It might help you not to care
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| For things too big to understand
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| With your small head
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| Stick to your rules
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| Keep them yours
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| In the end
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| I’ll celebrate when we make it without you
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| You say so right things
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| Drop hip names
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| Hang around with special kinds
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| The light shows you as dust
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| I’m so bored with all you stand for
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| I’m so bored with all you sucker stand for
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| And will you shut it and cut that hair
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| It might help you not to care
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| For things too big to understand
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| With your small, small, stupid goddamn head
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| Now, will you shut it and cut that hair |
| It might help you not to care
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| For things too big to understand
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| With your small, small, stupid goddamn head
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| And I try far too hard
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| To be someone you could like
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| Yeah, I’m trying far to hard
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| To be someone you should like
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| But I can’t help myself from falling
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| Into you again
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| And I can’t help myself
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| As I fall
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| Oh, will you shut it and cut that hair
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| It might help you not to care
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| For things too big to understand
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| With your small, small, stupid goddamn head
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| Yeah, will you shut it and cut that hair
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| It might help you not to care
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| For things too big to understand
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| Yeah, things too big to understand
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| With your head |