| Cosmetic punk, that’s what you are
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| Dressed like a street kid in your brand new car
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| Your mom’s a doctor and your daddy’s rich
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| You don’t want nothing, ain’t life a bitch
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| (you're sitting on top of the world)
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| And they say that nothing comes for free
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| (I don’t believe in a word you say)
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| No, you ain’t fooling me
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| I scratch the surface, what do I see?
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| Your running blue blood
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| 'Cos you’re not like me
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| The world you come from, it’s so far away
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| So don’t come around here trying to tell me you’re the same
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| (careful your bridges don’t burn)
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| I bet you left an open door behind
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| (I know that one day you’ll turn around)
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| You’re only killing time
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| You think I don’t know what you’re doing
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| When you pay for drinks at the bar
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| But you can’t buy the thing that’s missing from your life
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| So get back to what you are
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| (you're sitting on top of the world)
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| And they say that nothing comes for free
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| (I don’t believe in a word you say)
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| No, you ain’t fooling me
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| Cosmetic punk, I see right through
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| You got your future all mapped out for you
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| Soon you’ll be running the family company
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| And you won’t give a damn about the likes of me
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| Cosmetic punk, what do I see?
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| Cosmetic punk, you’re not like me! |