Always gumming how you've got it right
Just buy in, you're that type
No debate, you insist fate will warm you by spotlight
You talk but don't say much and trends mend what you like
Surround yourself with the wealth of fad and hype
Earache, you're too much for me to take
Earache, why won't you go away
Earache, out looking for hands to shake
Earache, a tired contrived two face
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