| It’s a rush, keep your eyes on the ball
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| Make them believe you have it all
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| It’s a show
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| Whatever you do don’t let them know
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| You’re just a tragic kid
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| Sex, drugs and rock an' roll
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| Biggest cliché ever told
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| Hotels and limousines that’s all you need to
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| Fake it, you gotta fake it till you make it
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| Scream, scream from the top of your lungs
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| You screw the whole wide world
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| With a flick of your tongue, yeah
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| Fake it, fake it till you make it
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| Bring it on, the hair and the make up
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| Get that bad ass attitude, hit the stage
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| Like you got no future
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| Crank those Marshall’s till they die
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| Jack Daniels and money talks
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| Life is good when you’re on the rocks
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| The all nighters got you on your knees
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| But that’s all you need to
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| Fake it, you gotta fake it till you make it
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| Scream, scream from the top of your lungs
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| You screw the whole wide world
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| With a flick of your tongue, yeah
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| Fake it, fake it till you make it
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| No till you make it
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| Fake it, you gotta fake it till you make it
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| Scream, scream from the top of your lungs
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| You screw the whole wide world
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| With a flick of your tongue, yeah
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| Fake it, fake it till you make it
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| Scream, scream from the top of your lungs
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| You screw the whole wide world
|
| With a flick of your tongue, yeah
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| Fake it, fake it till you make it
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| Scream, scream from the top of your lungs
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| You screw the whole wide world
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| With a flick of your tongue, yeah
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| Fake it, fake it till you make it |