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I shot a Warhol dead with my pistol |
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When the wind hit the hole in the canvas it whistled |
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Beautiful with no frame, a face with no name |
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Glass full of cold fame, chased it with slow pain |
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Nostrils of cocaine, cocktail and kill time |
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Scenes from a bad film lived out in real time |
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Who plays the hero? which one's the victim? |
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Violent and fearful, they find their positions |
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Pride and ambition, the enemies inside you |
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Tendencies to listen, even when you're lied to |
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Pry through the details, unmask the myth |
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Try to impress the cast with acid trips |
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Mash your lips against a cold hard bottle of |
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Washed up stars and old role models |
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She loves the sorrow so much that she swallows |
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But talk to tomorrow which walk will she follow? |
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Everybody needs to be appreciated |
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Execute him for the masterpiece that he created |
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Death of a sales martyr, fire starter |
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If the hate doesn't make you wanna die, try harder |
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No game to rise to, the coke side blinds you |
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Hope with no aim, and its the fuel that you "Eye" to |
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Steady with that rifle, pointed at your idle |
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Open up the spot with each fallen rival |
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This is the cycle, replace the A-list |
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The next batch of faces can come hate the famous |
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Everybody thinks that what they make is golden when Lennon got shot |
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There were thoughts of holding what'cha gonna do to impress the bitch |
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Which slow blow gets picked when you get that itch |
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If they notice that you're climbing to the focus |
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Surround yourself with soldiers and like minded moments |
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Dark sticks, in whoever heart's the biggest |
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Eye of the beholder is dark, cold and vicious |
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She loves you because she loves image |
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Let's tear it all apart from the start to the finish |
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It's nothing but a slow pulse if you just stop feeling it |
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Your friends and your folks can't adjust to what you're dealing with |
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Accustomed to trust, now the lust got you killing it |
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Eyes wide shut now your ****ed no healing it |
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Travel down the barrel towards the light once in open space |
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It's easy to lose sight; don't look down |
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You're bound to fall flat if you do hit the ground |
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You're bound to bounce back |
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The sound track she hated every single song |
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But everybody else seemed to wanna sing along |
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Bring along the belief that every thing is wrong |
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We all break down in front of God before the break of dawn |
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Silence; open up the eyelids to sex, drugs, and violence |
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Movies, songs, books everything is based on it |
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So we stay on it, got a bullet with your face on it |
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