| Let’s be pretentious
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| Be something we’re not
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| And we’ll jump on the bandwagon
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| Cause we think it is hot
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| And we’ll shake our no wave asses
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| It’s the thing to do until we can’t think or breath
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| Let’s be dramatic
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| Perceptions for pills
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| Then we’ll buy them with our paychecks so we can’t pay our bills
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| And we’ll sleep until tomorrow — I’ll be dreaming of you
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| Oh yeah
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| Let’s be myopic
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| Elitists and smart
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| Gently rehash pop nostalgia into biblical art
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| Preach our genius to the masses til our faces blue
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| Oh yeah Oh yeah oh yeah
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| I want to drive my car into a wall
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| I want to buy your house just to burn it down
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| Please, Let me sleep with somebody that I will never trust
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| Blame the cruel art of pretension for my screw -ups
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| Let’s be neurotic
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| Our high and our lows
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| Hire someone who smells famous
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| To tell all of our woes
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| They’ll dissect us like we’re children attending Sunday school
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| Oh yeah
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| Let’s be eclectic
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| Won’t graze with the pack
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| You can pierce it with a pin
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| Tattoo its name on your back
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| But you’ll never be as different as you wanted to be
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| Oh Yeah OH yeah Oh yeah
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| I want to drive my car into a wall
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| I want to buy your house just to burn it down
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| Please, Let me sleep with somebody that I will never trust
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| Blame the cruel art of pretension for my screw -ups
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| I can’t stop dancing
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| Or running in place
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| A reflection of my failures
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| Are lit up in your face
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| I see friends and I see lovers and my confidants
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| OH yeah!
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| We’re frustrated liars, idiot savants, comforted by our petty torments and our
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| liquor filled haunts
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| If we sleep for 3 tomorrows will… we wake up new?
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| Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
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| I want to drive my car into a wall
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| I want to buy your house just to burn it down
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| And I if I sleep with somebody that I may ever love
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| Blame the cruel art of pretension for my screw -ups
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| Blame the cruel art of pretension, I’m so screwed up |