You're so pretty and I'm so lame
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You're ever-changing, I stay the same
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You give good sermon, I say bad grace
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My food for the soul, it leaves a bad taste
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You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
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Never lift my head up, no story to tell
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You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
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Never lift my head up, no story to tell
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I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
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I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
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But I'm not so clear, these potions and creams
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I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
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You've got convictions, I've got fenced art
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I'm nowhere near the cliff, but I can see the drop
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I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire
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I see your watermark when I hold you to the light
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You're so pretty and I'm so lame
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Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say
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Well now what does that mean
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If you can be God then I can be clean
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I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
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I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
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But I'm not so clear, these potions and creams
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I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams
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What if I breathe, see what I see..
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You're so pretty and I'm so plain
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You score in extra-time, I've seen better days
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You dust off your canvas, throw off your riot gear
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Don't need no tear gas, 'cos these are for real
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Feel what I feel, see what I see
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Rockridge
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