| Who am I? |
| What am I? |
| What’s inside?
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| That’s causing this malfunction
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| Mislabeled, unable, to repair this mal-
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| Functioning just fine, I’m alive
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| At this junction of dysfunction, we arrive
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| What’s your malfunction?
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| Don’t be scared, it don’t matter how you wear your hair
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| What’s your malfunction?
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| Find its mirth, perfect’s a bore for what it’s worth
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| Gold, silver, copper, bronze
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| The dullest metal can still be strong
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| Well we might have our share of ticks
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| But honey that’s how we get our kicks
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| Malfunction away
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| Malfunction away
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| Malfunction! |
| Malfunction! |
| Malfunction!
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| My function’s desire
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| Climb higher than a spider on the wire
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| You function in mirth
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| But that sector might need rebirth
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| I’m about to pick you up
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| Get you back up on your feet
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| You don’t need to worry love
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| Even if we’re incomplete
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| Come on baby open up
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| Pull out the wires and trim the fluff
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| Be yourself sounds so cliche
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| But hey let’s do it anyway
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| We’re functioning just fine, we’re alive
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| At this junction of dysfunction we arrive
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| What’s your malfunction?
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| Don’t be scared, it don’t matter how you wear your hair
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| What’s your malfunction?
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| Bring it forth perfect’s a bore for what it’s worth
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| Curvy, skinny, or bizarre
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| The best shape is who you are
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| Raise your hand if you’re not from a mold (yeah me)
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| Varied strings are worth more than gold
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| Malfunction away
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| Malfunction away
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| Malfunction! |
| Malfunction! |
| Malfunction!
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| Feel the fires as they tickle your face
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| Watch and learn as they make you feel disgrace
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| Ones and zeroes left over, left out to haunt
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| Comb them in and let them want
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| I want more from this stupid life
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| Do you want more from this stupid life? |
| (oh yeah)
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| Ones and zeroes, ones and zeroes, ones and zeroes
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| Add them up, take them up, show them
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| I’m functioning just fine I’m alive
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| At my junction of dysfunction we arrive
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| What’s their malfunction?
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| It’s a start; |
| can we teach them not to fall apart?
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| Their malfunction isn’t us, it’s all the clamor and the fuss
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| When I say that I love you, damn it Janet, take it as truth
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| Everything’s a little broken
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| To be pristine well you must be jokin'
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| Malfunction away
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| Malfunction away |