| Here come the tedious messengers
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| And the cynical seamsters
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| The money-eyed predators with bankrolled dress codes
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| And matching socks
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| And gratuitous swearing
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| That makes you feel young even though you’re getting older
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| You takes drugs on the weekend
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| With dubious creditors
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| The cultural arbiters with ham-fisted metaphors
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| Who are you?
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| And what do you stand for?
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| Who are you?
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| And what do you stand for?
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| They say I’m not interested by the way
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| Just want to flex my irrelevance
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| Make sure you write a song about this it’ll look good in the PR
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| No-one'll buy it
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| But it will make you a star
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| Yeah, no-one will buy it
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| Who are you?
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| And what do you stand for?
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| Who are you?
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| And what do you stand for?
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| It’s all overpriced sportswear
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| Bumbags and cocaine
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| My political retweets
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| To keep my conscience okay
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| I’m a lover of all things new
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| I’m highly susceptible
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| I’ll pick up where you left off
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| And hang backstage at festivals
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| Hey, maybe when you get famous
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| You’ll move to L. A
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| With a supermodel girlfriend and all these other clichés
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| And you can drink it all in
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| Leave the bitterness behind
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| That’s just to the losers
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| The sad acts, accessed denied
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| And once you’re in you can stay in
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| Warm under the sheets
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| With hot yoga and pot plants, and a dress code full of feats
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| Blah Blahs a creative genius you know, he’s highly reactive
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| And he’s done something with social media that’s completely cross generational
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| And who are you?
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| And what do you stand for?
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| Who are you?
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| And what do you stand for?
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| What do you stand for? |