Glue yourself to the back
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A stack that's never seen
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Rub the gloss right off a shiny magazine
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And god you'd hate to lose this
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A citywide approved wish
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A way to make yourself complete
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(Chorus)
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And you can't back it up
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It's a hopeful kind of hate
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The kind that lies to make you wait
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And anyone can tell to see
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It's a brand new way to be
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But you can't smile through those teeth
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Lose yourself in the back
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A place that makes things seem
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A little dull beneath this shining silver screen
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And god you'd hate to lose this
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A citywide approved wish
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A way to make yourself complete
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(CHORUS 2x)
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Centennial
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