Surrounded by such morons
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they stand on their heads to please one another
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bow down, in each others presence
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only to turn around for more lies
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Hate the moon, but you say you love the stars
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and you ride around in your fancy cars
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what a hypocrite you are
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well these contradictions have gone way to far
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I can hear you but I, cant make out the words
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and are you for real or are you pretend?
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cause you always say one thing, and do another
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and for what? what are you trying to cover?
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hate the moon, but you say you love the stars
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you'll ride around in your parents fancy cars
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what a hypocrite you are
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these contradictions have gone way to far
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Hypocrite
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Tristan Prettyman |