| Try to act this way and that
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| Become some beaming bitch’s pet
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| Though you’re feeling like a rat and it’s plain that you’re all that
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| You accuse yourself of selling out to the souls searching familiar clout
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| Excuse yourself for slipping still though your cleats are clung to this landfill
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| You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove
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| You don disguise
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| 'Cause pleasing them is all you think of
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| All you can hope to be is a shadow of the man once you could have become
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| You covet the catalyst and shun the sheep pocket the profits stolen from the
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| meek
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| Punish yourself for feeling vain
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| Banish yourself from the contented place
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| Tomorrow wants you every fucking day
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| You may as well start digging your own grave
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| You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove
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| You’ve taken to task daydreaming shut-ins and their stocks
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| I’m all over it, all over it, all it’s fantastic fit so snug and smug and swell
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| You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove
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| You wear your mask you bow your head keep on the road
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| You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove
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| You wear your mask you bow your head keep on the road |