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You are an affectation of what has come to pass Your butane smile's indelible, Your words are thoughtless gas, You live like a Coke machine, Convince me of your strife, Tasty tyke take dictation Smell the price of life You've got to look good You've got to have all your accoutrement right in place You've got to look good You've got to have all our faith Needle eyes and hands slate Regard a stiff repose Contemplate your mindless fate While powdering your nose Loathing all that you can't fathom Coupled by your pride Nurturing a made-up kingdom Scatter it with lies From Letras Mania