| Dance and laugh and play
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| Ignore the message we convey
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| It seems we’re only here to entertain
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| A rebellion cut-to-fit
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| I refuse to be the soundtrack to it
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| While we entertain we’re still knee-deep in shit
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| There’s something wrong inside
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| We’ve played it safe, enjoyed the ride
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| You won’t like this but I’ve something to confide:
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| We strive for something more
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| Than a faded sticker on a skateboard
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| Now we’ve rained on your parade and we’re out the door
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| And I don’t even care any fucking more
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| Witness this pair in accomplice
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| Witness a pair: lethargic, unconscious
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| No brows furrowed in question
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| Complacent, completing their tasks
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| No questions asked
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| Consider this critic a cretin
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| Just resting on laurels completely invented
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| Word acrobatics performed with both harness and net
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| I am so full of shit
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| But I will remain until this self-awareness fades
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| Until I defeat the purpose of this soapbox
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| That you made
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| That you made
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| Hope, perseverance, a vision (some doubt)
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| Green ink, a two-six, a bad case of big-mouth
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| A sum of our parts and I’ve never laughed harder
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| A song in our hearts and I’ve never laughed harder
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| It don’t really matter 'cuz nothing’s ever felt as right as this
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| By the way, I stole this riff
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| Dance and laugh and play
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| Ignore the message we convey
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| It seems we’re only here to entertain
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| A rebellion cut-to-fit
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| I refuse to be the soundtrack to it
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| While we entertain we’re still knee-deep in shit
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| And we’re so full of it |