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Dumb Blondes
04:56
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You can be anything that you want
Just don’t be dumb and don’t be a blonde
Stay in line and sit so still
Don’t get old and don’t get ill
Well you can do anything the you want
Just as long as you got the skin to flaunt
Adjust your style your words your moves
All you’ve got is a body to lose
You can be anything that you want
Just don’t expect to make it to the top
Smile for the camera and dress up for the men
Stay ever young stay forever thin
Well you can do anything that you like
Just as long as your loving is right
Rejected feelings and rejected sales
If you don’t believe our fairy tales
What does it mean to be an American
Why do we care about everyone fitting in
What is it for, all of this fear again
Invented borders, they feel like they’re closing in
You can be anything that you want
Just make sure that you accent isn’t strong
Don’t cook your food and don’t wear your clothes
Make a display about how much you own
Well you can be anything that you like
Just beware that we reserve the right
To take your body and to take your mind
If we decide we’re afraid of your kind
But you can be anything that you want
What does it mean to be an American
Why do we care about everyone fitting in
What is it for, all of this fear again
Invented borders, they feel like they’re closing in
Not everybody wants to be an American
Not everybody wants to care about everyone fitting in
Not everybody wants to deal with the fear again
Invented borders, they don’t have to box you in
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Fights
05:01
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Why don't you run away now
If you can figure out how
Why can't you see the picture
Why should we put up with ya
Why don't you have a heart
Why don't you know where to start
Why don't you seem to care
Why didn't you pay your fare
Why don't you see the same things
Why don't you do the naming
I don't want to be responsible for your lies
Why don't you tell the truth now
Why don't you have the know how
The least you can do is pretend to try
Is there anybody to can count on
Somebody who can get the job done
Any warm body would likely to be better than you
We'll fight our way out if that's what we have to do
Who said we had to take it
Who said you shouldn't fake it
I don't want to be responsible for your lies
Where is my representation
Where is my nearest station
The least you can do is pretend to try
How long will you avoid the masses
Which one of you lies the fastest
Nobody believes a single word you say
Wonder why nobody's listening
Wonder why no smiles are glistening
We all hate every single thing you do
We'll fight our way out if that's what we have to do
You think you're safe now don't you
You'll spin it somehow won't you
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Stimulation
05:26
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New sensations
Messing with my mind
Feelings fading
Happens every time
Over thinking
Only truth I know
Constant shaking
Never satisfied
Expectations
This time it will last
So complacent
Bore myself so fast
Always leaving
One foot out the door
Losing feeling
Down a worn out path
How can I live
This life in front of me
Always consumed
by unfulfilled fantasy
Led by a lie
A dream sold by the blind
An endless quest
A place I cannot find
Scene escaping
Kiss the night goodbye
Destination
I’ll be back sometime
Leave the city
Nothing left to find
Stimulation
Always on my mind
Try to survive
But never asking why
Inspired minds
But still I let it die
Refuse to see
A useless point of view
Left it behind
For nothing else to do
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Modern Glances
02:54
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You know I love your modern glances
As you peek up from your pictures of everything
Follow the leader and take no chances
No more surprises no experience undisturbed
Oh what a courtesy
They’ve made it so easy
Beautiful third parties who
Hooked me and I can’t leave them
Oh what a life to lead
Being told what to see
Expressing my feelings but
No need to really feel them
I know you can’t stand my modern dances
As I cut through the scene that you’re capturing
Anxiously trying to slow the advances
Of time past by and can never be had again
Oh no it’s not for me
This newfound currency
Transfer my memories to
Digital mausoleums
Oh what a tragedy
I’m a commodity
Given identity by
Giving away my freedom
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5. |
Follow Suit
06:19
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All this time you’re giving to them
Nobody’s giving it back
Spent so much energy thinking
You just gotta stay on track
Been around the bends in my mind
I’m running as fast as I can
Living with these forces upon me
Pushing again and again
Look ahead but never behind
A future without any past
Step in line or out of the way
Yeah you’ve better recognize that
Laughing at my tiny apartment
Amused by lack of space
Questioning my lack of ambition
I find it all in poor taste
See them burning bridges
I guess I will follow suit
Jumping out the window
I guess I will follow suit
Running past the bodies
I guess I will follow suit
Try to drown the voice out
I guess I will follow suit
Photographs with sinister motives
Just wanna make me feel bad
Showing off the life that I’m missing
Hoping I’ll buy what they have
Give me drugs when attention is lacking
Just gotta get the job done
Endless scroll takes a toll on my heart
I thought this was gonna be fun
Look around we’ve all been affected
Cursed by a technical hand
Every year another edition
Get it however you can
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