| Wake up, get paid
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| 'Nother dollar, 'nother day
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| Go and throw it all away
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| On Cartier
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| Creme de la creme
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| Put my faith in the fun
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| It’s a ritual I live
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| Tonic and gin
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| I’ve been seeing saints holding hands
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| And my God is trans
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| And everyone feels alive
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| And I like to do what’s in Vogue
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| Not what I’ve been told
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| Cross my heart and hope to die
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| Maybe I overcompensate
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| Call it my naïveté
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| But I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| Maybe I put it on display
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| Say some things I shouldn’t say
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| And I’m not sure
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| Of anything but couture
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| And you can say «c'est la amour»
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| What I live for
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| It’s all first class
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| When I’m burning through the cash
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| When the jet starts to crash
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| Beautiful trash
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| I’ve been seeing saints holding hands
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| And my God is trans
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| And everyone feels alive
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| And I like to do what’s in Vogue
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| Not what I’ve been told
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| Cross my heart and hope to die
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| Maybe I overcompensate
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| Call it my naïveté
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| But I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| Maybe I put it on display
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| Say some things I shouldn’t say
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| It’s all Chanel, go straight to hell
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| I wish you well, I kiss and tell
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| My soul to sell 'cause I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| Yves Saint Laurent, do what you want
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| Light cigarettes and restaurants
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| I preach it wrong
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| Maybe I overcompensate
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| Call it my naïveté
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| But I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| Maybe I put it on display
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| Say some things I shouldn’t say
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| 'Cause I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| I don’t wanna go through the motions
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| I don’t wanna go through the motions |