| An imitation from New York
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| You’re made in Japan from cheese and chalk
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| You’re hippy tarts hero
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| 'Cause you put on a bad show, you put on a bad show
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| Oh don’t it show
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| Still out on those pills
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| Oh do you remember
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| You think it’s swell playing Max’s Kansas
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| You’re looking bored and you’re acting flash
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| With nothing in your gut you better
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| Keep yer mouth shut you
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| You better keep yer mouth shut
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| You’re in a rut
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| Still out on those pills
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| Do you remember?
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| Four years on you still look the same
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| I think about time
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| You changed your brain
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| You’re just a pile of shit
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| You’re coming to this
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| Ya poor little faggot
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| You seal it with a kiss
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| Do you remember?
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| Think it’s swell playing in Japan
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| When everybody knows Japan is a dishpan
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| You’re just a pile of shit
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| You’re coming to this
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| You poor little faggot
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| You seal it with a kiss
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| Still out on those pills
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| Condemned
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| Still looking for a kiss
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| A kiss a kiss
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| A-looking for a kiss
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| Four years on and you’re still the same
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| I think it’s bout time you changed your brain
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| Think about time you changed your name
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| A kiss
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| Looking for a kiss
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| Looking for a kiss
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| Looking for the same old kiss |