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You don't know how you took it |
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You just know what you got |
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Oh lordy, you've been stealing from the thieves |
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And you got caught |
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In the headlights of a stretch car |
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You're a star |
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Dressing like your sister |
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Living like a tart |
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They don't know what you're doing |
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Babe it must be art |
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You're a headache, in a suitcase |
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You're a star |
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Oh, no, don't be shy |
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You don't have to go blind |
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Hold me |
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Thrill me |
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Kiss me |
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Kill me |
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You don't know how you got here |
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You just know you want out |
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Believing in yourself almost as much as you doubt |
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You're a big smash |
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You wear it like a rash |
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Star |
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Oh no, don't be shy |
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There's a crowd to cry |
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Hold me |
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Thrill me |
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Kiss me |
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Kill me |
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They want you to be Jesus |
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They'll go down on one knee |
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But they'll want their money back |
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If you're alive at thirty-three |
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And you're turning tricks |
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With your crucifix |
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You're a star, oh child |
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Of course you're not shy |
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You don't have to deny love |
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Hold me |
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Thrill me |
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Kiss me |
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Kill me |
