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Bright light city |
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You're her religion |
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Superstars in their own private movie |
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Play just like children |
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Lies that take her |
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Places she's never seen |
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The kiss and tell of it all |
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To her seems so obsene |
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She's so pretty her hair is a mess |
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We all love her |
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To that we confess |
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She has a halo |
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We really do adore her |
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For she has a halo |
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Can we touch her |
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For her blindness she sees much further |
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Like on a wide screen viewing going down on her |
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She's so pretty her hair is a mess |
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We all love her |
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To that we confess |
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She believes in everything |
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And she believes in nothing in everything |
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She believes in everything |
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And she believes in nothing in everything |
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She believes in everything |
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And she believes in nothing |
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She has a halo |
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She has a halo |
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