| Look at us now, generation next
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| Damaged somehow, but we try our best
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| And we’re all the same, but that doesn’t make us right
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| And where do you turn?
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| Where do you sleep at night?
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| So now you think we’re ugly
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| Like I don’t have enough to worry about
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| Why do you think I’m ugly?
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| Which magazine did ya read so you could judge me now?
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| Look at us stare
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| Jealous of what they wear
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| Dad gives you money, but he’s never there
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| And we cry out for love, never get enough of that
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| And now you’re into drugs and all that «other» stuff
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| And now you think we’re ugly
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| Like I don’t have enough to worry about
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| Why do you think I’m ugly?
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| Which magazine did ya read so you could judge me now?
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| So now you think we’re ugly
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| Like I don’t have enough to worry about
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| Why do you think I’m ugly?
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| Which magazine did ya read so you could judge me now?
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| People have said to me
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| They think they’re better then me, and I agree, yeah
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| People changing me
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| Telling me what to think and who to be
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| No wonder why we’re confused…
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| Are you me?
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| So now you think we’re ugly
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| Like I don’t have enough to worry about
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| Why do you think I’m ugly?
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| Which magazine did ya read so you could judge me now?
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| So now you think we’re ugly
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| Like I don’t have enough to worry about
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| Why do you think I’m ugly?
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| Which magazine did ya read so you could judge me now?
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| So now you think we’re ugly, ugly, ugly |