| My generation’s for sale
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| Beats a steady job
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| How much have you got?
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| My generation don’t trust no one
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| It’s hard to blame
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| Not even ourselves
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| The thing that’s real for us is fortune and fame
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| All the rest seems like work
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| It’s just like diamonds
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| In shit
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| I’m high class I’m a whore
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| Actually both
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| Basically I’m a pro
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| We’ve all got our own style
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| Of baggage
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| Why hump it yourself
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| You’ve made me an offer that I can refuse
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| 'Cause either way I get screwed
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| Counter proposal
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| I go home & jerk off
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| It’s truly a lie, I counterfeit myself
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| It’s truly a lie, I counterfeit myself
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| You don’t own, you don’t own, you don’t own
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| You don’t own, you don’t own
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| What none can buy
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| You don’t own, you don’t own
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| Neither do I
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| High and mighty you say selling out is a shame
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| Is that the name of your book?
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| Push a silver spoon in your ass
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| No more holding us down, dog, down, mutt, nice mutt
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| You’re insulted you can’t be bought or sold
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| Translation offer too low
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| You don’t know what you’re worth
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| It isn’t much
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| My piano’s for sale
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| How many times must I sell myself
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| Before my pieces are gone
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| I’m one of a kind
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| I’m designer
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| Never again will I repeat myself
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| Enough is never enough
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| Never again will I repeat myself
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| It used to be the plan was screwing the man
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| Now its have sex with the man
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| After he buys you dot com for sale at a low, low price
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| It’s truly a lie, I counterfeit myself
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| Its truly a lie, I counterfeit myself
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| You don’t own, you don’t own, you don’t own me
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| You don’t own, what none can buy
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| You don’t own, you don’t own, what love can buy
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| Neither do I |