| From a long line of translucent lizards comes our boy Stephen
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| That inferiority complex passed down generations
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| Bleakness, resilient and with teeth
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| Best of his class
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| Worked so hard to lay her over
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| Worthlessness
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| Shift past shell
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| Spotlight changes
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| Subject fraud
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| His impotence
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| Stephen, tell me 'bout your great grandmother
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| So help
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| Help
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| Help
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| Help
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| Help
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| Indulging fear professionally
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| We’re all railing against oblivion, Steve
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| You don’t have to be so vile and insufferable about it
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| You don’t have to be such a delicate guy
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| You don’t know hell
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| Hell
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| Don’t know hell |