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A prima donna with a premonition |
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Feels like he's preaching to the choir |
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A superstar filled with superstition |
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Can't pull himself out of the mire |
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All you ever dreamed of |
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Is finally in your reach |
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But careful what you wish for |
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If you don't practice what you preach |
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The circus came to town |
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I guess it must have stayed |
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It's like an endless parade |
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All these people, you can see through like ghosts |
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Maybe you've seen too much |
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Nothing's real, nothing you can feel |
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No one you can touch |
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Strangers stare in silence |
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They think they know your mind |
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No place to jump off |
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That's the way the game's designed |
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Another new day dawns |
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Another sunset fades |
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It's like an endless parade |
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Music, music and more music |
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Imploding inside your brain |
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The life that you have chosen |
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Did it finally drive you insane? |
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Sycophantic tirades |
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Fill your head with ammunition |
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Sights set on your enemies |
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But you keep losing your position |
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Reluctantly, you face the day |
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Try to get your game face on |
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What used to be a fantasy |
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Has now become a marathon |
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Every heart you ever broke |
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All the people you betrayed |
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Yeah, another new day dawns |
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Another sunset fades |
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Yeah, the circus came to town |
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I guess it must have stayed |
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It's like an endless parade |
