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Oh, How I love bearing witness |
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To the ruthless competition |
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For the crowing and the title |
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Of the country's newest |
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Cutest little victims |
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So your life is a violent fire? |
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Burning us out for the world to admire |
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Chew them up spit them out |
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Sell your photos to the press |
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You're the one that wanted |
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So tell me |
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How's it feel to be famous? |
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And you knew you were in love |
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The first time you ever eye-fucked the camera |
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But now you want space |
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Now you want privacy |
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I'm sorry, Darling. Your life is public property |
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Please let me worship the beauty |
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You were blessed with in post |
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While Respecting boundaries |
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For another lonely brick on your road |
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So your life is a violent fire? |
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Burning us out for the world to admire |
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Chew them up spit them out |
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Sell your photos to the press |
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You're the one that wanted |
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So tell me |
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How's it feel to be famous? |
