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Crawling out en masse, they gather |
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Turkey flop platoons, will scatter |
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Drag-queen ninjas dance, pirouetting |
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Always 'scene' and never heard, these core eyesores |
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What have we learned, in seventeen years |
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Of glam-rock in the grave? |
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-That history repeats itself...again |
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...And right on cue, Pavlov's dogs will dance |
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"Like dude, this band just sucked until they broke it down!" |
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...its coming yet again, I think I feel it, its coming right now...dance you fashion ****ers! |
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Brie Brie Brie! (It's a ****ing good cheese!) You gotta love it! |
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Always posing, my space whoring |
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Mascara and sleeve tattoo |
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Narcissists in 'youth small' clothing |
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...next Nirvana, where are you? |
