| They fake but look real
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| They fake, they fake, they fake but look real
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| They fake, they fake, they fake but look real
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| They fake, they fake, they fake but look real
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| They fake, they fake, they fake but look real
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| Cubic zirconia, cubic zirconia, cubic zircon-
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| They fake but look real
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| Cubic zirconia, cubic zirconia, cubic zircon-
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| It’s not a diamond if you have to flaunt it
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| Multifaceted, lacks a polish
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| Puzzled looks, I don’t have to solve them
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| Future’s bright, my past is onyx
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| Yeah, sad is honest
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| Ignorance is bliss so, sad is honest
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| Have no high-notes, I lack the octaves
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| Turn laughs to cries those, raps to sonnets
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| I’m a cubic zirconia, such a cubic zirconia
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| Now I’m catatonic
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| I had a varnish but that got tarnished
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| It’s not a diamond if it cracks on impact
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| It’s a present to slide past the giftwrap
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| If it’s a seven when dice land, you get craps
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| Future’s high heaven and my past is pitch black
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| They put my lines and values
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| Under a microscope to find a value
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| Kaleidoscopic light astounds you
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| But won’t change the pricetag I amount to
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| I’m a cubic zirconia, cubic zircone
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| My father told me I would grow into a diamond
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| But since I’ve lost him, I don’t know how to find it
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| I feel so unpolished, make me blindin'
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| In a lackluster world where nothing’s shinin'
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| I’ll rearrange these 26 while demons play a lovely bit
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| To eat away my ugly ‘til I see the day I love it, this
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| Is my certificate, my appraisal
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| If you never drop a gem, I’ll never never praise you
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| And so I’m thankful there’s nobody I’m chained to
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| Predators don’t prey when there’s nobody to pray to
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| Yeah, and then nobody can change you
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| Cubic zirconia, nobody can save you |