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You spin around and turn on me |
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Stop me in my crash |
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You wanna be somebody else |
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Say you won't be back |
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Your bourgeois friends call you dear |
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Deal you like a card |
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Your eyes out for the diamonds now |
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Experienced and scarred |
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You tell me gonna be somebody |
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Gonna be okay |
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Gonna be somebody someday |
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You're moving through a different space |
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Where I don't belong |
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Elegance gold and silver |
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Superficial grace |
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They'll pervert you |
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Masquerade you |
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Pass evil as good taste |
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They'll chew you up and spit you out |
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And put you in your place |
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You tell me gonna be somebody |
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Gonna be okay |
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Gonna be somebody someday |
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Gonna be somebody |
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Gonna be okay |
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Gonna be somebody someday |
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Gonna be somebody |
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Gonna be okay |
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Gonna be somebody someday |
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Gonna be somebody |
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Gonna be somebody |
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Gonna be somebody someday |
