| You used to wait in the backseat
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| But now you’re stuck running the show
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| And all the rest of your posse are glaring
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| Through the glass in the cold
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| You used to show us your mind control
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| And how to bring the fight to your head
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| You used to tell us 'bout rock and roll
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| And how the stars you like are now dead
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| Cause you know exactly who you’d rather be
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| It’s sold in kits by personality
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| And void of all originality
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| Cause it goes like this
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| It goes like this
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| Cause all your tricks are slipping away
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| All you thought was always there to stay
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| Cause it goes like this
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| It goes like this
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| It goes like this
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| Cause all the other folks are on to your feats
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| Dressing loud and pumping the beats
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| And it goes like this
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| It goes like this
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| It goes like this
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| From the first time you taught me to leave
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| Without twiching an eye
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| To never stand of up for nothing
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| And always fight the urge to cry
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| You used to tell us 'bout self control
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| And how to keep your cool in a fight
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| You used to tell us 'bout rock and roll
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| But now we can’t tell liking from light |