We're not what you think we are
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We make product and place it in stores
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But we're just selling our songs
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See you in hell!
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We'll pick you up by your ankles
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and shake you down for a record or two
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'Til all the money is spilling out of your pockets
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And any beauty we create, we will sell it
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We've got your contrast, we've got your art
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And you can strum as fast as you like
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Can you feel it?
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The hint of rot right beneath the music?
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We never believed
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Shadow Of The Colossus
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| Gatsby's American Dream |
