| You know what?
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| The next time you see Nick
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| Tell him I’m gonna stick some needles in his face
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| Then watch him on his knees
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| Watch him when he sees that I’m not fooling
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| 'Cause I’m through being cool
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| And he keeps telling everyone about me
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| Like how I’m such a fool and oh, that I’m so deceptive
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| I think I’ll make him eat the ground
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| I think that I will turn around and notice the wind blowing tops of trees
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| I’ll see the way the world begins to need color everywhere
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| And I’ll realize how small I really am
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| 'Cause I’m through being cool
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| And he keeps telling everyone about me
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| Yeah, like how I’m such a fool and oh, that I’m so receptive
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| I’ll spin right back around
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| And say, «Nick, why are you such a prick?
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| Why don’t you just marvel in the hopes that make up this reality?
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| Your world is what you made it
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| And I don’t want a part of it
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| Chill out.» |