Cloak/Dagger - Runways | Текст песни

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Runway rat race,
give me fashion,
give me big house
and a white fence.
Oh status give me social status,
oh status if we can afford it.
We're all so pretty aren't we,
a walking cliché ugly runway decay.
We're all so pretty aren't we.
We're so proud of ourselves
we wear our egos so well.
In a city this small
where everybody looks the same
in a city this small
what's the point in having names
We're all victims, image victims.
We're all victims of our own image.
We're all victims and I'm a victim.
Move to the suburbs,
new house, nice car, no life.
Oh status,
now you've got social status.
Oh you've made it in the eyes of the public. Runway rat race, can't keep up.

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