Too many poeple need a pseudonym
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Cut their hair and pout like anything
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So worried that the real them might get in
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And paranoid about their skin
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They usually have good fashion sense
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So aware that red and green offends
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Most have a popstar for a friend
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Or live of what their parents send
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Can I be sure when I don't know
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who I am talking to anymore
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They so adament in their belief
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sincere dedicated and cheap
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Maintain they've never needed to enfeoff
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or justify to their relief
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But then it barely lasts an episode
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from verse to verse without a pallnode
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into the next issue of mode
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spectacled and pidgeon toed
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With well established social prejudice
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become second rate rock journalists
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never satisfy the need to outwit
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and influence the modernist
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Too many people need a pseudonym
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cut their hair and pout like anything
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so afraid the real them might get in
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concern and always rivalling
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Can I Be Sure
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