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Selling exes down the river |
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every Katie's got her price |
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and the details make you shiver |
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but it's hard to escape when your head is stuck in vice |
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because nothing matters in the self obsessive age |
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where they dare you not to notice |
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but it's everywhere in shocking colour on the page |
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In the magazine |
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staring out at me |
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out of my TV |
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other people's lives |
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pixelated lives |
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just like yours and mine |
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Every weekend i bear witness |
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to the social suicides |
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to the thief who stays for breakfast |
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to the poster child screwing everybody's wife |
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Yeah it's just a story |
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but it keeps me hanging on |
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for the needy soul, |
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the glory hole confessional |
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I got to see what's going down |
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In the magazine |
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staring out at me |
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out of my TV |
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other people's lives |
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pixelated lives |
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just like yours and mine |
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Read the headlines... |
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hear the sirens |
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i'm re-united... out of rehab... again |
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It's everywhere |
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it's shocking colour in on the page |
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in the magazine |
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staring out at me |
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out of my TV |
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other people's lives |
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pixelated lives |
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just like yours and mine |
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In the magazine |
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staring out at me |
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out of my TV |
|
other people's lives |
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pixelated lives |
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just like yours and mine |
