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My life is like a drag queen's dressing room |
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My mind is like a prostitute's bed |
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Bangles of plastic |
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An old prophylactic |
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I've got to be careful where I tread |
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Fake diamond rings |
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Unmentionable things |
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And something fantastic in red |
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It sparkles and spangles |
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But lifelessly dangles |
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It's all going on |
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It's all going on |
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All going on in my head |
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I dress like a clown |
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To go out on the town |
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Leave the dishes to grease up the sink |
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Wasting my time |
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To glitz up my grime |
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With a couple of pills and a drink |
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Alone in my room |
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It's a damp disco gloom |
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Where all of my good times have fled |
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I'd laugh if I could |
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But to cry it feels good |
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It's all going on |
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It's all going on |
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All going on in my head |
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My life's incomplete |
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Like a man in a dress |
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Who's gone and forgotten the wig |
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I'm not obsolete |
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So to try and compete |
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I make every small drama so big |
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Tomorrow is calling |
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And my face is falling |
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Washed up on the floor left for dead |
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The star of my movie |
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WHere demons pursue me |
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It's all going on in my head |
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My life is like a drag queen's dressing room |
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And it's only the show that I dread |
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I don't want a friend |
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They all leave in the end |
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And it's usually coz of something I've said |
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My world shrinks around me |
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I'm not as you found me |
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Most of my best friends are dead |
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When the telephone rings |
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Only sadness it brings |
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It's all going on |
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It's all going on |
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All going on in my head |
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In my head |
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In my head |
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It's all going on |
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It's all going on |
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All going on in my head |
