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You stay until you're good and raw |
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Back and forth a little see-saw |
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Hoping that this ride will end |
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When it does you go again |
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Can't get that monster out of my mind |
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She's got my hair and she's got my eyes |
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She follows me wherever |
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I goSpeaking for me and wearing my clothes |
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You hang until your hands are sore |
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Blistering you still want more |
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You think there's something here for you |
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Go out and buy yourself a clue |
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Can't get that monster out of my mind |
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She's got my hair and she's got my eyes |
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She follows me wherever |
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I goSpeaking for me and wearing my clothes |
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In Hollywood where all the lights are low |
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And the truth is as rare and as the winter snow |
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She wanted a place arid as her soul |
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Where the only job was never to grow old |
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When the lights are shining will you see my skin? |
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Or just the shell that |
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I'm packaged in |
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I've held my tongue and |
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I've, I've hid my sores |
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If I'm less of myself will you love me more? |
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In Hollywood where all the lights are low lights[Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible] |
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She wanted a place arid as her soul |
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Come on now let's go |
