| Always changing the way you look
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| I’m not usually one to judge a book
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| By whats on the outside
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| But your face looks different every time you leave
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| I wanna see what’s underneath
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| Need to know that my body isn’t just a hollow shell
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| To fill with Marlboro lights and unethically sourced meats
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| 'Cause I don’t like this
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| And you don’t seem to care
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| Whether I stay alive
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| I’m not really trying to die
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| But I’m not saying its the worst thing that could happen to me now
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| 'Cause I’m stuck on the five in traffic
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| On my way to Fresno
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| To see my friends
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| When we’re all dead I’ll never have to sit through all
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| This fuckin' rubbernecking with no AC again |