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Just roll the soundtrack |
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Let the lights dim down to blue |
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They've dressed their voodoo dolls |
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And named them after you |
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Burn your every bridge |
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Sever all your ties |
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Give confessions where |
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You serve them all your lies |
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Does it get you high |
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Does it make you whole |
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Does it get you by |
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As you play your role |
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You make me so hard |
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Because you're a star |
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You dress like the devil |
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Then you sing like a god |
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They love when you smile |
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You rock'n'roll child |
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Baby this is pop from hell |
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Just wear your knee pads |
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And your finest little dress |
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When uncle Devil comes |
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Disguised as great success |
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Jesus was a saint |
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You the biggest fan |
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Bet his money on |
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The horse that bit his hand |
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Don your finest shirt |
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Rip yourself apart |
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Wallow in the dirt |
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Baby that's your art |
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You make me so hard |
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Because you'rea star |
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You dress like a devil |
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And they label it art |
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They got you on tape |
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So you can't escape |
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Baby this is pop from hell |
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You're in too deep |
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Your life will make you weep |
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When you see the battle isn't won |
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It's only just begun |
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You make me so hard |
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Because you're a star |
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And I just don't believe |
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You don't like what you've got |
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They know how to throw |
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One hell of a show |
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Baby this is pop from hell |
