| Sophie
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| Got a robot, made it better
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| She will take it if you let her
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| Uh, uh
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| Everything she does is crazy
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| Routines tired and lazy
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| Drugs, they make her head all hazy
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Classic rock star
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| Do you
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| When your thoughts get lost in a maze
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| And you never had to find your own way, find your own way
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| Teenage
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| That never went away
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| Now you’ve got to find your own way, find your own way
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| drive you round the bend
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| Mistakes, and now she can’t amend
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| Cheap shots, sleazy bars
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| Mini skirts and push-up bras
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| She sold the robot, moved to Mars
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Classic rock star
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| Do you
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| When your thoughts get lost in a maze
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| And you never had to find your own way, find your own way
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| Teenage
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| That never went away
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| Now you’ve got to find your own way, find your own way
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| You know you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go faster
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| You know you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go faster
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| You know you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go faster
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| You know you’ve got to go, you’ve got to go faster
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Classic rock star
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| Do you
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| When your thoughts get lost in a maze
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| And you never had to find your own way, find your own way
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| Teenage
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| That never went away
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| Now you’ve got to find your own way, find your own way
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| (Can't stop, can’t stop pretending)
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| Maybe we could leave the gas on in the kitchen
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| Maybe we could put a bullet in her head
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| Maybe we could kill her with your guitar
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| Oh my god, I think Sophie’s dead |