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you live your life through the movies |
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strung out on drama like a queen |
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act out your stories till you get home |
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and you fake it like its all true |
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she feel in love in his mercedes |
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with china white and malibu |
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just one dime bag and silver coke spoon |
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can turn a fantasy true |
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up and now your jonsin |
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any body holdin fight it but you still |
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got it bad got it bad |
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crawl out from the under fly into your wonder |
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fight it but you still got it bad got it bad |
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you got your picture in the paper |
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up town and spiked with attitude |
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tell all your friends you really made it |
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while your cookin in your bed room |
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she found a stairway straight to heaven |
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made out of foil and the heat |
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and had to climb it higher, higher, |
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until the bottom finally fell through |
