| Meet me where the city turns to trees and nothing comes for free
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| Lets see just how imposing you can be to me
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| So far from road-marks or homecoming games
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| Go on and drop your fucking names
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| Try to shift the blame
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| Watch me take a crowbar
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| To your brand new car
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| Without the things your daddy bought you
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| You won’t get very far
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| Without your plastic friends
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| And your odds and ends
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| Would you still be a star?
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| The idle rich cocooned away from earth
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| You’re cynical from birth
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| Tell me what you think your pride is worth to me
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| When all that you can do is call me gay
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| I’m sorry I don’t swing that way
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| And even if I did I’d still say
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| I’d take a crowbar
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| To your brand new car
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| Without the things your daddy bought you
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| You won’t get very far
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| Without your plastic friends
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| And your odds and ends
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| Would you still be a star?
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| You think that you could take me now?
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| Your only weapon is your nails anyhow
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| And if you think that you could take me now
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| You got another thing coming…
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| Think! |
| Think! |
| Think!
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| Do you think I’m scared to play your games?
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| Battle is my middle name
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| Watch me take a crowbar
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| To your brand new car
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| Without the things your daddy bought you
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| You won’t get very far
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| Without your plastic friends
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| And your odds and ends
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| Would you still be a star?
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| I hope that you’re insured |