| You stand frozen in awe
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| Of someone you don’t even know
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| While a life long friend by your side
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| Has never filled you with pride
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| Your grade is made of grainy photos saved
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| Of stars and super nova models
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| Frozen without any of your troubles
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| Starfucker of mass hysteria
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| You’re a starfucker
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| I’m staying well clear of you
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| With your public outpouring of grief
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| The tears you shed
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| It beggars belief
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| To fill your river of salt
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| I feel the sore
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| It’s not your fault
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| Your grade is made of grainy photos saved
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| Of stars and super nova models
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| Frozen without any of your troubles
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| Starfucker of mass hysteria
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| You’re a starfucker
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| I’m staying well clear of you
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| You stand frozen in awe
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| I don’t think you’re gonna thaw
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| Your friend still by your side
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| Who’s never filled you with pride
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| Because your grade is made of grainy photos saved
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| Of stars and super nova models
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| Frozen without any of your troubles
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| Starfucker of mass hysteria
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| You’re a starfucker
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| I’m staying well clear of you |