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Your face on the cover of a magazine |
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Cranked up rolling out of the limousine |
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Craving looks, throwing hooks, trying to fish 'em out |
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You want it now, you need it all right now |
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Show up late for your late show interview |
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Wake up, make up, buddy look at you |
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Gotta confess, it's a mess watcha trying to prove |
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Should have thought it through, now watcha gonna do? |
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That's what you hurt for, another encore |
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Gotta get 'em moving, right here on the dance floor |
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That's what you hurt for, another encore |
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Ego-driven, life-scarred, hypertronic superstar |
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This is just the way your are |
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Snap shot, getting caught, million copies sold |
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Faking hits, talking shit on your cell phone |
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L.O.V.E., you see, has yet to come round |
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The word is out, you're on your way, you're going down |
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That's what you hurt for, another encore |
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Gotta get 'em moving, right here on the dance floor |
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That's what you hurt for, another encore |
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Ego-driven, life-scarred, hypertronic superstar |
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This is just the way your are |
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Hypertronic superstar, this is just the way you are |
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You're standing for nothing |
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Half a million souls alike, wide asleep in city lights |
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You're failing and you're falling |
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Down down, you're on your way |
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You're going down, down |
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That's what you hurt for, another encore |
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Gotta get 'em moving, right here on the dance floor |
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That's what you hurt for, another encore |
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Ego-driven, life-scarred, hypertronic superstar |
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This is just the way your are |
