What are you?
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what are you becoming?
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what have you become?
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Once you sang your own song
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now you're dancing to the same drum
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what have you become?
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And what is that you're wearing?
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money's ugly confidence
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You sacrificed the poem of your imagination
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for these pounds and pence
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Me I take the cynic's role
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throw scorn on your empty mind
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I've seen this monotonous world
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make dull what used to shine
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you lost interest
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you lost your spine
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oh that spine fine fine
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yeah
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When there' nothing left
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on this plate you're handed
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you find yourself
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running the gauntlet
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of all of these double standards
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it's very thin ice over which you're skating
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and after this black winter the thaw
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So what are you
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tell me tell me what are you
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and what have you become
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What Are You
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| David Gray |
