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If you are what you say you are, a superstar |
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Then have no fear, the camera's here |
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And the microphones and they wanna know |
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Yeah, uh, a fresh cool young Lu |
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Trying to cash his microphone check 2, 1, 2 |
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Want to believe my own hype but it's too untrue |
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The world brought me to my knees |
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What have you brung you? |
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Did you improve on the design? |
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Did you do something new? |
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Well, your name ain't on the guest list |
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Who brung you? |
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You, the more famous person you come through |
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And the sexy lady next to you come to |
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And then it hit me, standing outside of heaven |
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Waiting for God to come and get me |
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I'm too uncouth, unschooled to the rules and two gum shoe |
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Too much of a newcomer and too uncool |
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Like Shadow and Lavelle, I battle with it well |
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Though I need a holiday like lady who song blue |
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Go back whatever you did you undo |
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Heavy is heaven, the devil on my two tons too |
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If you are what you say you are, a superstar |
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Then have no fear, the camera's here |
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And the microphones and they wanna know |
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And you better wear your shades |
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The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage |
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Down through the basement |
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Passed the Indian graves where the dinosaurs laid |
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And out through China nearly misses air liners |
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Magnified times five this is pointed at the rhymer |
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Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest a blaze |
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Now that's important to say, 'cause even with all of that |
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Most of us don't want it to fade |
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The audience ain't fazed |
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They are acting |