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 Tired of oozing sentimental like a candy store
 Tears trickling down like blood from a sore
 'Cause your sun don't shine anymore
 It's just a manufactured star on a worldwide tour
 
 C'mon try to touch somebody with your ten foot pole
 Microwave yourself put some fire in your soul
 Instant joy being bottled and sold
 It's a new genration wearin' a sugar coat
 
 What you so busy lookin' for
 When you know you're already there
 But we keep wanting more
 Yeah we keep wanting more
 But we end up with less
 
 Watch the smoke you blowin' don't inhale the fumes
 So busy flossin' but it don't get to the root
 I'm so sick of tryin' to consume
 Another one trick pony singing in my living room
 
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