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All my carefully measured metaphor |
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All my flat nine dominant seven chords |
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All of my schtick, my lyrical trickery |
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All those bows, all that applause |
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All my intertextuality |
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All my self-aware hypocrisy |
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All of those rhymes, those irregular times |
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All my softly spoken sophistry |
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All my makeup, all my lights |
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All my photoshoots in tights |
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All my pretentions, all my intentions |
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All my glitzy opening nights |
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All my brow-dependent jokes |
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All my mirrorballs and smoke |
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All my tilts at wit and wimsy |
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All my poetry, my swearwords, and my smut |
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Will never get as many hits as |
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Kitten |
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Waking |
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Up |
