| Tell me, mannequin what brings you to move?
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| Is it all of the colors in the magazine?
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| Following sucks
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| Paint your face now pose and filter the mood
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| Give it all you’ve got
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| You’re just a click away from the fame now
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| Eat shit, motormouth
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| Swallow all of it down
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| You’re pretty when you put the face on
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| And when you shut that mouth
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| Those chattering teeth lose my sympathy
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| Got a lot to say?
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| You’ve gotta leave it out of the game you play
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| You’ve gotta leave it out of the game you play
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| Nothing you say holds any value
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| It weaves through the ears like a worm
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| Searching for light of the masses
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| Motormouth, swallow down shit like you know how
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| Swallow and shut up
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| Motormouth, swallow down shit like you know how
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| Give it all you’ve got
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| You’re just a click away from the fame
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| Give it all you’ve got
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| You’re just a click away from the fame
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| Motormouth, swallow down shit like you know how
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| Give it all you’ve got
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| You’re just a click away
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| Eat shit, motormouth
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| Swallow all of it down
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| You’re pretty when you put the face on
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| And when you shut that mouth
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| Those chattering teeth lose my sympathy
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| Got a lot to say?
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| You’ve gotta leave it out of the game you play
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| Tell me, mannequin what brings you to move?
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| You’ve gotta leave it out of the game you play
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| Tell me, mannequin what brings you to move?
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| Tell me
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| You’ve gotta leave it out of the game you play
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| Only a conscience can stop me from beating you in
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| Not on the side, not on the side of the fuck-stain you leave on the Earth
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| I may not be the force constricting sin
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| But you defile this planet
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| There’s shit in your grin
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| No way I can end this screaming alone
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| No way we can stop this unless we choose to grow
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| What will they find, digging around in that oh so empty mind?
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| What will they find, digging around in that oh so empty mind? |