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I'm not telling you again what you need |
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It's just a slap around |
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To make everything stow and cure the fall |
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When you come back down |
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I'm not everything you want |
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I'm just a tease |
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Maybe a matter of touch |
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You could tell me what you want, I'll give it to you |
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Maybe you think to much |
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Cause you're Hollywood, you never should |
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We never talk anymore |
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With your high heels on |
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You kill the sun, I'm not your friend anymore |
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I'm so sick and tired of everyone telling you what you want |
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I could never keep track who's gonna come |
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When you start waving your magic wand |
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And you seem to forget everything that you said |
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Before you had it written for you |
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There's too much going on that you need to belong to |
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It's the only thing you know how to do |
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Cause you're Hollywood, another world |
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You made it all on your own |
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With your high heels on |
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You kill the sun, I'm not your friend anymore |
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You went to Hollywood to make it |
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Hollywood, you never should |
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We never talk anymore |
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With your high heels on |
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You kill the sun, I'm not your friend anymore |
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Not your friend anymore, |
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Not your friend anymore, |
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Not your friend anymore, |
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Not your friend anymore, |
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Not your friend anymore, |
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Not your friend anymore, |