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You're too vain, you're insane |
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You think the world will stop turning 'cause you ain't around |
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Blind eyes, cheap lines you got the whole band playing |
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But you don't hear the sound |
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Your venom pen will never poison me |
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I won't be sticking round that long |
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Corina, what's this talk of glory |
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Between the sheets in halls of fame |
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Corina, just a hard luck story |
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Bratpack fever running through your brain |
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Your fast cars, rock stars, you were seen at the party |
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But you weren't even there |
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False name, the same game somebody's minding your business |
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You don't even care |
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You think it's all some kind of circus ride |
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You think that someone's keeping score |
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Corina, what's this talk of glory |
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Between the sheets in halls of fame |
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Corina, just a hard luck story |
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Bratpack fever running through your brain |
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Corina, what's this talk of glory |
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Between the sheets in halls of fame |
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Corina, just a hard luck story |
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Bratpack fever running through your brain |
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Corina, what's this talk of glory |
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Between the sheets in halls of fame |
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Corina, just a hard luck story |
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Bratpack fever running through your brain |
