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Sophomore, so different that you're just the same |
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Sophomore, address your parents by their first name |
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Sophomore, such an ugly caricature |
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Sophomore, keep up the good effort |
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Your father says to put your shoulder to the wheel |
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And you reply that his proverbs sound archaic |
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A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art |
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Boasting you're a stoic is such a paradox |
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You turn all rooms into gymnasiums |
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Be careful, your ego floods a staduim |
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I don't intend to become an obstacle |
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For every victory in this fresh struggle |
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Everyone tells you to put your shoulder to the wheel |
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And you reply that they sound like your father |
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A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art |
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Boasting you're a stoic, you got us all lost |
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A skeptic, a cynic, with jurisdiction of good art |
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Sophomore, your ego floods a stadium x4 |
