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You found a way to draw a line, between the world and you. |
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Faking your identity it's true. |
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Did you think the word "alternative," |
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Was only meant for the likes of you? |
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Do you think that they're too cool now? |
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Being popular is lame. |
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You're the one who made them popular, |
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All their songs are still the same. |
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You found them first, it made you stand apart, you know? |
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But then everyone jumped on the same bandwagon, |
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Making you an average |
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Joe.A lemming for the mediocre, |
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You were just a plain old joker, status quo. |
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Blame it on the band now, if you prick them do they bleed? |
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What's the point in playing what they want, |
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If you won't let them succeed? |
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Do you remember where we all came from? |
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Do you remember what it's all about? |
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When you made a point to be objective, |
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Before you started writing, |
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Handbook for the |
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Sellout?You sunk your worth in being different, |
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Just to be like your own kind. |
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You traded in objectiveness, |
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For the underground you follow blind. |
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Do you remember where we all came from? |
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Do you remember what it's all about? |
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When you made a point to be objective, |
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Before you started writing, |
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Handbook for the |
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Sellout? |
