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von The Real Zebos

Oh
Boy, you got no style
Oh girl, you got no style

It′s all good
You got no style
And that's good
You got no style

Born into the void
You never had a choice
On weekly trips to town
The wagon got weighed down
With food and water
We got no room for starving artists
Change your tone
And change your clothes


Here′s the decisions you have for me
It's either pretentious or mad corny
I could just sit in the shade
Living on minimum wage
Sip lemonade and drip morphine

All sales are final
You're doing fine and
You′re living life just like you should
And know that it′s all good

You got no style
And that's good
You got no style

Oh my god
We′re all imposters
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Oh my god
We're all imposters
Pics of every place
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Oh my god
We′re all imposters
Pics of every place
Copy that and then paste


Oh my god
We're all imposters
Pics of every place
Copy that and then paste