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My name. This is my day. |
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The day to shine. |
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I can see the end. |
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From six stops away. |
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Money buys you beds but it can't buy you sleep. |
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I'm almost sorry that |
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I must do this to get my name in lights. |
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But this is my chance and |
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I'm going to take it. |
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Don't forget my name. |
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This is the most important day of your life. |
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How does it feel to know that |
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I'm a part of it. |
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This is my day in the sun. |
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Don't you forget. |
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My name. This is my day. |
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The time to shine. |
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I hate you all more than you will ever know. |
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How does it feel to know you will be destroyed? |
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The words roll off those pretty lips. |
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More at nine. |
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I'm the bastard blue line certin. |
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I, the destroyer. |
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I, the cripple. |
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The disabled. |
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I am your end. |
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Now we're at the end and it's over now. |
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Money buys you 'friends' but it won't buy fame. |
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Not like this, andyways. |
