| Johnny was a first-world narcissist, a textbook egotist
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| He shut the door on the world when he was seventeen
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| A nihilistic inclination to resist participation
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| He fell in love with his own reflection
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| Glowing on a four-inch screen
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| He said «If you wanna glo, then let’s go»
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| And he was talking to himself, oh
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Here comes the ballad of another So So Glo
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| Another overblown ego, explosive kid
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| Everybody get low
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| Hit the deck, he’s gonna blow
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Here comes the ballad of another So So Glo
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| Another overblown ego, that’s just what he is
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| Everybody get low
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| Hit the deck, he’s gonna blow
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| He would always stay cooped up in his room
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| Coked up all day, playing celebrity
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| Taking pictures of himself is there anyone else
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| Out there, looking in?
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| And Janie said «Life is a dream that’s just living on a screen»
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| She knows not what it means
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| Don’t tell her she’s wrong, she’s just the victim
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| Of someone’s master plan, designed by the man
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| And that’s always the catch
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| So you get a neuvo retro bullshit attitude
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| With the hat to match while you’re singing
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Here comes the ballad of another So So Glo
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| Another overblown ego, explosive kids
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| Everybody get low
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| They’re gonna blow
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Here comes the ballad of another So So Glo
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| Another overblown ego, that’s just how it is
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| Everybody get low
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| Last I seen him, he was suffering from rehash screen addiction
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| And she had an aneurysm brought on by her narcissism
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| And I’m standing in some parking lot
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| Staring into my phone, I’m so over it
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| I guess I am a lot more like those two than I’d like to admit
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| If you wanna glo, then let’s glo
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| But you’re just talking to yourself, no
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Here comes the ballad of another So So Glo
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| Another overblown ego, explosive kids
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| Everybody get low
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| We’re gonna blow
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Here comes the ballad of another So So Glo
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| A ballad you and me both know, that’s just how it is
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| Everybody get low
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| We’re gonna blow
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| This is the ballad of another So So Glo
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| Another victim of his very own ego
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| This one’s for the kids
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| Everybody get low, get low
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| Come on, get low
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| For the ballad of a So So Glo |