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You used to wait in the backseat, |
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But now you're stuck running the show |
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And all the rest of your posse are glaring |
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Through the glass in the cold |
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You used to show us your mind control, |
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And how to bring the fight to your head |
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You used to tell us 'bout rock and roll, |
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And how the stars you like are now dead |
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Cause you know exactly who you'd rather be, |
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It's sold in kits by personality |
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And void of all originality |
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Cause it goes like this, |
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It goes like this |
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Cause all your tricks are slipping away |
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All you thought was always there to stay |
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Cause it goes like this, |
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It goes like this |
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It goes like this |
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Cause all the other folks are on to your feats |
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Dressing loud and pumping the beats |
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And it goes like this, |
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It goes like this |
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It goes like this |
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From the first time you taught me to leave |
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Without twiching an eye |
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To never stand of up for nothing |
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And always fight the urge to cry |
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You used to tell us 'bout self control |
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And how to keep your cool in a fight |
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You used to tell us 'bout rock and roll |
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But now we can't tell liking from light |