| Priceless, you think you’re flawless
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| You’d sell your soul for the fortune and the fame
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| Useless, you are so worthless
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| A human stain that we need to wash away
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| There is no price that you won’t pay
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| No part that you won’t play
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| You need to make it so the page today 'cause
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| Your story has been told
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| Your soul already sold
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| The truth so cold it makes you kneel and crawl
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| I’ll enjoy watching you fall
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| Ruthless, you are so hopeless
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| Do what it takes just to make it to the page
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| Famous for being so famous
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| It’s all the same, everyone knows your name
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| Your beauty is fleeting and fame will fade fast
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| The life you are leading, the shadow you cast
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| You’re no one, mean nothing at all
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| All that you were never mattered anyway
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| All that you are is a portrait of years of decline
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| Treated with blood and tears, the lies
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| The pride sacrificed
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| Your fall will be fast and we will forget you
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| We’ve all grown to hate you
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| And sooner or later you will hate you too
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| You’re dead to the world
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| You can’t even look yourself in the eye
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| You’re dead to the world
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| Don’t pretend, you’re dead to the world
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| You’ve made your bed and in it you’ll lie
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| You’re dead to the world
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| This is the end
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| Don’t pretend, you’ll never be on the page again
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| This is the end, you’ll never make it again
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| You’re dead to the world |