| Sophomore, so different that you’re just the same
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| Sophomore, address your parents by their first name
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| Sophomore, such an ugly caricature
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| Sophomore, keep up the good effort
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| Your father says to put your shoulder to the wheel
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| And you reply that his proverbs sound archaic
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| A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
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| Boasting you’re a stoic is such a paradox
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| You turn all rooms into gymnasiums
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| Be careful, your ego floods a stadium
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| I don’t intend to become an obstacle
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| For every victory in this fresh struggle
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| Everyone tells you to put your shoulder to the wheel
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| And you reply that they sound like your father
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| A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
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| Boasting you’re a stoic, you’ve got us all lost
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| A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
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| Sophomore, your ego floods a stadium
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| A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
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| Your ego floods a stadium
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| A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
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| Sophomore, your ego floods a stadium
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| A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art
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| Your ego floods a stadium
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| Your ego floods a stadium |