| No friends, don’t want them
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| Just fans to serve your needs
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| Make money, they adore you
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| On subservience your ego’s fed
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| Grey matter under grey face
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| You’re so witty, we’re so base
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| Grey matter under grey face
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| You’re so witty, we’re so base
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| They’re screaming for you, for you
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| They don’t know what’s true
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| What’s real?
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| Who cares?
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| Kill this scene with your power
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| Get your contract, distort the facts
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| You can use and abuse us
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| We’re so mindless we won’t react
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| Grey matter under grey face
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| You’re so witty, we’re so base
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| Grey matter under grey face
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| You’re so witty, we’re so base
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| Why bother with morals
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| When you can rest on your laurels
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| Why bother with morals
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| When you can rest on your laurels
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| Why bother with morals
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| When you can rest on your laurels
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| Why bother with morals
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| When you can rest on your laurels
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| They’re screaming for you, for you
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| They don’t know what’s true
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| What’s real?
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| Who cares? |