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Glue yourself to the back |
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A stack that's never seen |
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Rub the gloss right off a shiny magazine |
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And god you'd hate to lose this |
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A citywide approved wish |
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A way to make yourself complete |
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(Chorus) |
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And you can't back it up |
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It's a hopeful kind of hate |
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The kind that lies to make you wait |
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And anyone can tell to see |
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It's a brand new way to be |
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But you can't smile through those teeth |
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Lose yourself in the back |
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A place that makes things seem |
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A little dull beneath this shining silver screen |
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And god you'd hate to lose this |
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A citywide approved wish |
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A way to make yourself complete |
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(CHORUS 2x) |
