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Tonight I'll laugh myself asleep |
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Again to the same old swan songs |
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I just keep hearing |
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And you strike every |
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Nerve with your pretensions |
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Always the butt of the |
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Joke when no one's laughing |
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You wanted the role, |
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Now your playing the part |
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They're dying to be just like you |
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Sing us a song where |
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We can't sing along and you're the new sensation |
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I'm better off with my two left feet, |
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You're no god damned messiah |
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With the answers to everything |
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I know that hell is other people, |
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I know I'll lose my mind, |
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I need some inspiration |
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I've grown sick - slick bullshit |
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Eat your heart out, |
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This song's about you |
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You wanted the role, |
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Now your playing the part |
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They're dying to be just like you |
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Sing us a song where we can't sing |
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Along and you're the new sensation |
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Who needs a spine anyway? |
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Without a backbone It's just aesthetics |
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I cant take the noise anymore |
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So pry up the floorboards |
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And raise the dead |
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It's time to raise the dead. |
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You wanted the role, |
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Now your playing the part |
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They're dying to be just like you |
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Sing us a song where we can't sing |
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Along and you're the new sensation |