| We know we’re not original
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| But, god, we’re having fun!
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| Considering the dreams you had
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| Now tell me please, who won?
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| But still you’re doing all you can
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| To make us loose our way
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| Well, never mind, you’re not important
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| Fuck you is all I say
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| The untouchables are writing in vain
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| They’re washing the floor with our efforts again
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| The untouchables will never be pleased
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| But I don’t care, 'cause they’d change place with me any day
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| Let’s talk originality
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| That you don’t have no more
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| I think I’ve seen that interview
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| Somewhere else before
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| So people in the music biz
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| Wake up and face the truth
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| Maybe you like it, maybe not
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| But we’re just all you got
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| The untouchables are writing in vain
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| They’re washing the floor with our efforts again
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| The untouchables will never be pleased
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| But I don’t care, 'cause they’d change place with me any day
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| Your lying eyes, your phony smiles…
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| You’re treating us like dirt
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| You’re kissing ass on bigger acts
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| God, you make me sick!
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| The untouchables are writing in vain
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| They’re washing the floor with our efforts again
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| The untouchables will never be pleased
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| But I don’t care, 'cause they’d change place with me…
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| The untouchables are writing in vain
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| They’re washing the floor with our efforts again
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| The untouchables will never be pleased
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| But I don’t care, 'cause they’d change place with me any day |