| You’re the Emperor’s new horse
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| You don’t smell like a rose
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| So you take more drugs than me
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| Specialize in being unhappy
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| Like a moth into the flame
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| Yeah, I’ve been burnt before
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| Lets rub his ashes on my skin
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| And someday we will win, whoo
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| In this time
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| There are those who rob us blind, well
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| In this time
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| They sing through, sing through golden teeth
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| Bring on the new
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| I’m guilty, too
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| Someday, maybe I’ll learn
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| What’s your fucking name?
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| Don’t look too concerned
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| Don’t abondon truth, wow
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| In this time
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| There are those who rob us blind, whoo
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| In this time
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| They sing through, they sing through golden teeth
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| Bring on the new
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| Being angry is your game
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| Overdosing’s part of fame
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| So you read all this french symbolist poetry
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| You don’t even get it on the fucking bbc
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| I don’t really care no more
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| Boring out the door
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| I don’t know what’s true
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| It don’t affect you
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| That’s right damn lies above
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| In this time
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| There are those who rob us blind
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| Bring on the new
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| In this time
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| They sing through, sing through golden teeth
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| Bring on the new meat
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| Bring on the new meat
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| Bring on the new meat
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| Bring on the new meat
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| Bring it on, baby
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| Bring, bring, bring on the new meat, baby |