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*** Snob ***
i'm comin home to the sound of the drone of what is livin'
where children play their adult games, i wonder what they're missin'
coz who's the snob?
i'm riding thru the streets with you that made me cry
where people soldier on for far too long under the lies
a damaging pop song ruins your week
and when a friend ignores ya, you lost but seek
the people that are shouting but is it for you?
do you run away or run straight thru?
choose your storm, choose your tea cup
coz you can't always make, make your own luck
choosin' what to wear to appear not to care
is damaging the brain
and hiding the pain
of who's a snob
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