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So you're leaving me out of your reindeer games 'cause don't have quite enough fame. |
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Lame your excuse, here take the noose, no use, no spine, |
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Your trickin' everytime tipping around those thoughts that are really on your mind, |
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But we got that cookie cutter going on. |
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Green machine stealing your dreams, selling yourself short to grab the quick cream. |
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Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine, |
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Not part of your scene or buying into your routine. |
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Trick!I won't be tricked again. |
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Trick!I won't be tricked again. |
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No.Trick!I won't be tricked again. |
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Trick!I won't be tricked again! |
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Let me see. |
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Conspiracy you step to me then challenge |
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I manage to separate the facts from emotion, |
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I get the notion you got a dose of the potion. |
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In the backseat of the pimpmobile u adapted your style for mass appeal, |
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Sign your name and let's close the deal. |
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Like Ned Flanders' running hell, excuse me while |
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I curse the fools you failed! |
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Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine, |
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Not part of your scene or buying into your routine. |
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Trick!I won't be tricked again. |
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Trick!I won't be tricked again. |
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No.Trick!I won't be tricked again. |
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Trick!I won't be tricked again! |
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Rebelling and yelling but really who is the machine, |
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Not part of your scene or buying into your routine. |
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Trick!I won't be tricked again. |
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Trick!I won't be tricked again. |
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No.Trick!I won't be tricked again. |
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Trick!I won't be tricked again! |
