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Sunday morning |
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I want to leave this painful life |
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Yesterday's evening it was glorious |
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The king of the dancefloor |
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The man with the irresistible eyes |
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They could not deny it, I was glorious |
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But if they saw those eyes today |
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They should have screamed and walked away |
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Probably called 911 |
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I am falling into the darkness |
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Once again I'm the joke, I am the clown |
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I am falling |
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And now I pay for my sins again |
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Friday evening |
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I'm out to take back the throne again |
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I warmed up my engine I am glorious |
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The queen of the dancefloor |
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She aims and shoots straight for my heart |
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I could not deny her, she was glorious |
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But if you saw her face today |
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You'd probably screamed and run away |
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I surely called 911 |
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I am falling into the darkness |
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Once again I'm the joke, I am the clown |
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I am falling |
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And now I pay for my sins again |
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Though I'm awake I'm still dreaming |
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Everything's fake all around |
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When should I learn to not crash and burn |
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Though I'm awake I'm still dreaming |
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I am falling into the darkness |
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Once again I'm the joke, I am the clown |
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I am falling and now I pay for my sins again |
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I pay for my sins again |