| Pellet snow takes me over
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| If you need, we’ll talk and hold
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| Dyed your hair and the smell of pot
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| I hate it but I’ll let it slide
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| Sinking forward to the lions
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| That’re feasting on your favorite child
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| It isn’t fair, the case is closed
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| And it gets worse, but I’ve been
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| Trained, conditioned and
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| Framed, you know this pageant’s
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| Staged, oh miss voilà
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| Shamed, you’ve come to face your flaws
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| On the centerfold
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| On the centerfold
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| The city fines and you are broke
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| You taste falafel on your coat
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| Wipe it down and now it’s soaked
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| So hang it up and let it slide
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| When you fail, you just come home
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| And kiss your mom, well, life sustains
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| You’re unconditionally praised
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| With vicious words, but I’ve been
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| Trained, conditioned and
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| Framed, you know this pageant’s
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| Staged, oh miss voilà
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| Shamed, you’ve come to face your flaws
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| On the centerfold
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| On the centerfold
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| But you can bet it all on the centerfold
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| Journalistic rise and without a sound
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| I don’t think it’s wise to get out and down
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| And you can bet it all on the centerfold
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| On the centerfold
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| On the centerfold
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| 'Cause I’ve been
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| Trained, conditioned and
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| Framed, you know this pageant’s
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| Staged, oh miss voilà
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| Shamed, you’ve come to face your flaws
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| On the centerfold
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| On the centerfold |