So you're leaving me out of your reindeer games 'cause don't have quite enough fame.
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Lame your excuse, here take the noose, no use, no spine,
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Your trickin' everytime tipping around those thoughts that are really on your mind,
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But we got that cookie cutter going on.
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Green machine stealing your dreams, selling yourself short to grab the quick cream.
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Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine,
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Not part of your scene or buying into your routine.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again.
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No.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again!
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Let me see.
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Conspiracy you step to me then challenge I manage to separate the facts from emotion,
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I get the notion you got a dose of the potion.
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In the backseat of the pimpmobile u adapted your style for mass appeal,
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Sign your name and let's close the deal.
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Like Ned Flanders' running hell, excuse me while I curse the fools you failed!
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Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine,
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Not part of your scene or buying into your routine.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again.
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No.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again!
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Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine,
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Not part of your scene or buying into your routine.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again.
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No.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again.
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Trick!
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I won't be tricked again!
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Trick
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| Stuck Mojo |
