And you're like a 90's Jesus And you revel in your psychosis How dare you? You sample concepts like hors d'oeurves And you eat their questions for dessert And is it just me or is it hot in here? And you're like a 90's Kennedy And you're only a million years old They can't fool you They'll throw opinions like rocks in riots And they'll stumble around like hypocrites And is it just me or is it dark in here? You may never be or have a husband You may never have or hold a child You will learn to loose everything We are temporary arrangements And you're like a 90's Noah And they laughed at you when you packed all of your things And they wonder why you're frustrated And they wonder why you're so angry Is it just me or are you fed up And god bless you in you're travels in your conquests and queries...
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