in natural selection
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I've avoided all detection
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and the tender bits underneath
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all with window dressing and
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calculated guessing
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and a bark bigger than my teeth
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It was the suit that got me the gig
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It was the tear that got me the girl
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I'm a sheep in this wolf's clothing
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I'm a picture that I'm holding
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of someone who is cool
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soul like a thimble
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swallowed up in symbols
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wanting what I don't need
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if sympathy's the answer
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I'll have temporary cancer
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but that's not what I'll have you believe
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It was the suit that got me the gig
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It was the tear that got me the girl
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I'm a sheep in this wolf's clothing
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I'm a picture that I'm holding
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of someone who is cool
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someone who is cool
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close but kind of meatless
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like actors who play Jesus
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in movies of the week
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What other people wish for
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oozes from my every pore
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I'm the coffee not the sleep
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and I'm the song about the song
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that once said something new
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I'm a scandal that's unfolding
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I'm a picture that I'm holding
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of someone who is cool
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someone who is cool
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Someone Who's Cool
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| The Odds |
