Written by Max Collins
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One thousand faces all look the same
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They're all so boring mild and tame
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Contaminate him knock off his glasses
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Teach him to tamper with the cloning process
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Pardon me sir can I ask you a favor
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Make me a cowboy like my next door neighbor
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Pardon me sir can I use your eraser
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To remove my brain of unconventional nature
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Take my tongue
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It's cocked and loaded
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The board has dubbed you special student
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Sit alone sweat in silence
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We don't tolerate defiance
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One thousand paces lead to the gate
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They're all so boring mild sedate
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You hear me say this don't make any sense
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As I hop up and over the fence
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Hooked on nicotine and phonics
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Fun like macro economics
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Still and quiet like they taught us
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Fun like macro economics
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Vigilante thoughts and a cheap guitar
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I am my own movie star
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I don't know you I don't want to
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I don't know you I don't want to
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Tongue Tied
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Eve 6 |