A new address must mean a new you
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But I'm betting that there's really nothing new
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Did the last town
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Absolutely blow you to tears?
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Different music, different interests
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Every month is a new religion
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Did the last girl
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Not tell you what you wanted to hear?
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Chorus:
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Edit, Edit, Edit yourself out completely
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Edit, Edit, Edit your mouth
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To sound like someone you wanna know
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And there's really no contest
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The original version was best
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But I think you lose it more and more
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With every new conquest
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And the cities are the same
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Even the small towns aren't to blame
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Just promise me you'll let me know
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When you stop starting over.
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We'll ignore the inaccuracies
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As we read through your autobiography
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It's not the city that's boring it's just you
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So cover, cover
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Cover up your skin
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With the ink claiming things that you believe in
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You only do it 'cause you've nothing better to do.
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Chorus
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Edit Edit Edit
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Vanity Theft |