| And so the terrible drama begins
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| tearing our hearts
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| Children are harassed by a hologram
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| michael jackson
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| Beckons with sweets, toys, Fixies
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| But he can't touch
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| Cunt of a juvenile with a broken psyche
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| And sweet cake, sweet cake
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| I died from an overdose, right in the hotel among the whores
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| On a huge pile of money - the lord of your flies
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| You give a standing ovation, I am completely worthy of you
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| The script was written for me by the same director with a scythe
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| I didn't know she was fifteen, I just fucked her
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| Knew whiskey was twenty and he fucked her too
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| I'm a bad father - I didn't know the name, but I knew the size of my breasts
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| It's all a lie, but you have something to discuss
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| And so the terrible drama begins
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| tearing our hearts
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| Children are harassed by a hologram
|
| michael jackson
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| Beckons with sweets, toys, Fixies
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| But he can't touch
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| Cunt of a juvenile with a broken psyche
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| And sweet cake, sweet cake
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| How many broken people
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| How much blood and guts
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| I get stuck every day
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| In this top show
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| More dirty laundry
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| More pure lies
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| It's good that it's behind glass
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| It's good that I'm not there
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| And we fly to him like moths
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| In the twilight at the flickering lights
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| Logic in defiance, reason contrary
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| The jingle is playing, I'm ready, quickly burn me
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| And so the terrible drama begins
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| tearing our hearts
|
| Children are harassed by a hologram
|
| michael jackson
|
| Beckons with sweets, toys, Fixies
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| But he can't touch
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| Cunt of a juvenile with a broken psyche
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| And sweet cake, sweet cake |