You play guitar for perfect strangers
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You write some words they try to sell
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And then you sing these things in public
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Sometimes not very well
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You get paid to go to parties
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Drinking colors talking trash
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You get laid because you're arty
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And you wonder why it never lasts
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Maybe these are wonders more than we may know
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Well I hate to steal your thunder
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You ain't nothing special
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You're no more celestial than anyone else
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As far as I can tell I call it mythology
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We see what we want to see
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And everyone wants their distant dreams
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So sure enough they want your picture
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And your deepest point of view
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Well you should know you ain't not that pretty
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And you haven't got a clue
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But how you love the adoration
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You believe you're in-house press
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And half the critics always hate you
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So you get horribly depressed
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Maybe these are wonders, more than we may know
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Well, I hate to steal your thunder
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You ain't nothing special
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You're no more celestial than anyone else
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As far as I can tell I call it mythology
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We see what we want to see
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You ain't nothing special
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You're no more celestial than anyone else
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As far as I can tell I call it mythology
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We see what we want to see
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And I am the snake who bites his own tail
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Nothing Special
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Duncan Sheik |