This is not novelty
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This is nothing delicate
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This is the result of some Google search for something relevant
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Stake claim immediately
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Cause hot products cool down
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At which point will flock the new sounds
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Take fame intravenously
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But when nature turns to habit
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I?l be sure to leave the scene and start stacking it
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This is nothing fraudulent
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This is that sure shot itchy finger lingering behind your target audience
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You got em all convinced
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But we ain? buying it buddy
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Demand for lies is high
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And you?e supplying it
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Truth is brutal and consumes you if you let it
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Type that in your little away message and set it
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Keep singing songs for me
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That I can write in my sleep like I? counting sheep
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Keep singing songs for me
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Man you're boring me what you ought to be
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Keep singing songs for me
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Just following the leader with your blah blah blah
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Keep singing songs for me
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That I can write in my sleep like I? counting sheep
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And this is not a fashion statement
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It? elegant intuition
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Far beyond your bed wetter kindergarten compositions
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This is a part of me
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How can you sleep at night
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When what you don? bite you write half-heartedly
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Go join the army
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And be the best you can be
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Give new meaning to blowing up overseas
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Please
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We kick them doors down when nobody would let us in
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And give you that proverbial taste of your own medicine
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We took your formula and relabeled it
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And sat patiently and giggled it when you drank it
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See poison street cred weigh just about the same reflesh
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Pop bottles and dropped names
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And you?l dismiss it cause it isn? what you?e used to
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But who the fuck died and made you king koopa
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Wow congratulations on your new purchase
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I heard you bought a crib on biters block downtown plagiarism? paradise
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You?e not a movement
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You?e purely amusement
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The poster boy for Xerox and the role model for parasites
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You serve no purpose
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You?e purely decorative
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And bore use to death with your auditory sedatives
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Oh they don? see
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No, we don? sleep
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And hog tie your runaway bride with cold feet
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We built this city on lock and load logic
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And burned it down the same night
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So go ahead and put your tears on ice baby
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I think we got a winner
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And kiss your crucifix your boy? a certified sinner
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Biter's Block
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| Gym Class Heroes |
