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I wear my patent leather shoes, |
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And my golden fleeces, |
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A feather in my hair for you, |
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And then I fall to pieces. |
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At your celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh) |
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Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh) X2 |
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Celebrate you. |
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We're quiet as two mannequins |
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Feasting on silences. |
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We wait for Christmas to begin |
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To see the cracking faces. |
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I tip my glass a toast to you, |
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The blood spills on the carpet. |
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At your celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh) |
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Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh) ( X2 ) |
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Celebrate you. |
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And in the dream you held a gun, |
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You killed off all who hurt you, |
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And left me there the only one |
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Who would not dare desert you. |
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I'm safe here growing in the shade, |
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Away from all the brightness. |
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I lost my innocence today |
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When I learned how to write this. |
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Tonight my nightgown is in knots. |
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I toss and turn in your honor. |
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I'll never know just what I've got |
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As long as you're my father. |
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And I'll keep searching here for you, |
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I'll clean out every corner. |
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It's not my fault. |
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It's not my fault. (celebrate you) X3 |
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It's not my fault. |
