This place feels like a catalog.
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I wonder if your close-ups taken too long.
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Would you like a snapshot for your mother, boy?
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I don't care.
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I don't want to know.
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It's never been a part of me.
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Just like a junkie fears the light of day,
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I wonder if it's just another role we play.
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Like a celebrity on minimum wage.
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I never understood.
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Never thought I should.
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It's never been a part of me.
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Still having nothing
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ain't a fucking blessing.
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Still it ain't a curse, though.
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Cuz I've known worse.
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So I'll just keep on wearing this old crown
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I found on the ground.
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Three cheers for anything holding us down.
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Watching as aesthetic over-powers the sound.
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Sort of like a martyr so proud of his picture.
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I don't want to know.
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Let it all go.
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It's never been a part of me.
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Your new found dreams are a nightmare.
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And I wonder if you even know,
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are you ready to be Davey
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to the new Goliath?
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Taking notes at your all-ages show.
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It's like the marketing department
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has finally figured out that 'The Pit'
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can always make more room.
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I'd love to sneer at the camera
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for your revolution,
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but I just can't afford the fucking costume.
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Are you scared to go outside?
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Will it cut you down to size?
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Where's the do or die?
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It's staring you in the eye...
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New Punk Fashions for the Spring Formal
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| Dillinger Four |
