| Oh, look what you become, you tragedy
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| Manipulate the masses, huh? |
| You toxic
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| I’ve come to spell the real tea, here’s some light for the shade
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| And we’re not even at the best part yet
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| You’re just a walking fraud, your garbage bag
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| How can you live with the shame? |
| How embarrassing
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| Why don’t you the tell the people the real truth?
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| How you’re a prostitute who sucks dick for money
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| Narcissistic, shallow
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| Rotten and you’re hollow
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| Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth
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| You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
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| You sick of the shame? |
| Oh, what a pity
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| Narcissistic, shallow
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| Rotten and you’re hollow
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| Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth
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| You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
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| You sick of the shame? |
| Oh, what a pity
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| Fabricate me as a villain, you’re comical
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| Desperately craving attention, egotistical
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| And you’re just like a used condom wrappered
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| Torn up, fucked-up, and thrown away
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| I wrote this song to remind myself
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| Show pity they’re below you, hope they get some help
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| Just remember through every storm
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| There’s always a rainbow at the end of the rain
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| Narcissistic, shallow
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| Rotten and you’re hollow
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| Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth
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| You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
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| You sick of the shame? |
| Oh, what a pity
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| Narcissistic, shallow
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| Rotten and you’re hollow
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| Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth
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| You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
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| You sick of the shame? |
| Oh, what a pity
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| I feel sorry for people like you
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| Who hold hate inside of their hearts
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| You know, you can’t kill my dreams
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| So you assassinate my character
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| Narcissistic, shallow
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| Rotten and you’re hollow
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| Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth
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| You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
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| You sick of the shame? |
| Oh, what a pity
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| (Hey, quit lyin', bitch!)
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| I feel sorry for people like you
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| Who hold hands inside of their hearts
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| You know, you can’t kill my dreams
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| So you, assassinate my character
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| Narcissistic, shallow
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| Rotten and you’re hollow
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| Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth
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| You love to play the victim in your own tragedy
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| You sick of the shame? |
| Oh, what a pity
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| I don’t give a damn
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| I don’t give a damn
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| Keep hiding in your darkness while I’m shining in my light |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh What a Pity! , by - Blood On The Dance Floor. Song from the album Hollywood Death Star, in the genre Электроника