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(Gym Class Heroes:) |
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This is not novelty |
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This is nothing delicate |
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This is the result of some Google search for something relevant |
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Stake claim immediately |
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Cause hot products cool down |
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At which point will flot the new sounds |
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Take fame intravenously |
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But when nature turns to habit |
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I'll be sure to leave the scene and start stacking it |
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This is nothing fraudulent |
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This is that sure shot itchy finger lingering behind your target audience |
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You got em all convinced |
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But we ain't buying it buddy |
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Demand for lies is high |
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And you're supplying it |
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Truth is brutal and consumes you if you let it |
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Type that in your little away message and set it. |
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(Kids Of Crush High:) |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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That I can write in my sleep like I'm counting sheep |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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Man you're boring me what you ought to be |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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Just following the leader with your blah blah blah |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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That I can write in my sleep like I'm counting sheep. |
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(Gym Class Heroes:) |
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And this is not a fashion statement |
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It's elegant intuition |
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Far beyond your bed wetter kindergarten compositions |
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This is a part of me |
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How can you sleep at night |
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When what you don't bite you write half-heartedly |
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Go join the army |
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And be the best you can be |
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Give new meaning to blowing up overseas |
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Please |
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We kick them doors down when nobody would let us in |
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And give you that proverbial taste of your own medicine |
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We took your formula and relabeled it |
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And sat patiently and giggled it when you drank it |
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See poison street cred weigh just about the same reflesh |
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Pop bottles and dropped names |
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And you'll dismiss it cause it isn't what you're used to. |
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But who the fuck died and made you King Koopa? |
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(Kids Of Crush High:) |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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That I can write in my sleep like I'm counting sheep |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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Man you're boring me what you ought to be |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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Just following the leader with your blah blah blah |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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That I can write in my sleep like I'm counting sheep. |
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(Gym Class Heroes:) |
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Wow congratulations on your new purchase |
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I heard you bought a crib on biters block downtown plagiarism's paradise |
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You're not a movement |
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You're purely amusement |
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The poster boy for Xerox and the role model for parasites |
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You serve no purpose |
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You're purely decorative |
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And bore use to death with your auditory sedatives |
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Oh they don't see |
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No, we don't sleep |
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And hog tie your runaway bride with cold feet |
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We built this city on lock and load logic |
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And burned it down the same night |
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So go ahead and put your tears on ice baby |
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I think we got a winner |
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And kiss your crucifix your boy's a certified sinner. |
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(Kids Of Crush High:) |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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That I can write in my sleep like I'm counting sheep |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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Man you're boring me what you ought to be |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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Just following the leader with your blah blah blah |
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Keep singing songs for me |
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That I can write in my sleep like I'm counting sheep. |
