| Won’t you wake me up from this?
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| Yeah, come on… you can turn it on
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| Yeah, come on
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Yeah, come on… you can turn it on
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| Yeah, come on… but you never really die
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| Flashbulbs go off in my face (yeah come on)
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| Think of small town with disgrace (yeah come on)
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| Just how did it come to this? |
| (yeah come on)
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| All they see is a vacant face
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| It goes over and over and over and over but yet
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| there’s something beautiful
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| Over and over — Goes over and over but yeah
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| still something beautiful-mystical
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| Over and over — Goes over and over but yet
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| there’s something beautiful (yeah come on)
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| Over and over — Goes over and over but yeah
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| still something beautiful-mystical (yeah come on)
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| Used to be so beautiful
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| and pretty goddamn truthful too
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| You once said that I was deep
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| That was 'fore I walked asleep
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| Won’t you wake me up from this? |
| (yeah come on)
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| All I need is a prince to kiss (you can turn it on)
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| then my beauty’ll be back mine (yeah come on)
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| It’s my soul — my soul I’ll find
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| Goin' Nike, Nike, Italy, France
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| Romance
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| The situation, the situation is:
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| Beethoven, roll over…
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| It goes over and over and over and over but yet
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| there’s something beautiful
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| Over and over — Goes over and over but yeah
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| still something beautiful-mystical
|
| Over and over — Goes over and over but yet
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| there’s something beautiful (yeah come on)
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| Over and over…
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| BT: fuck!
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| Rose: I’m not kidding! |
| …
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| BT: Why did you flip them off to start with?
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| Rose: I don’t think the rest of them knew who it was. |
| Only the driver — …
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| BT: Wait, so you flipped off the driver that was monk at the Getty Museum,
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| and then they wanted to take pictures with you.
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| Rose: All the rest of them did…
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| Stars collide and steal my fate
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| I’m the one they’ll all embrace
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| I get down on my knees and pray
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| Silver’s tarnished — blackened now
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| But I have faith I’ll have my crown
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| Don’t listen to sirens sing
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| Keep my truth I will take reign
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| Yeah, come on… you can turn it on
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| Yeah, come on… but you never really die
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| Yeah, come on… turn it on
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| Yeah, come on… but you never really die
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| Yeah, come on… turn it on
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| Yeah, come on… but you never really die
|
| It goes over and over and over and over but yet
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| there’s something beautiful
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| Over and over — Goes over and over but yeah
|
| still something beautiful-mystical
|
| Over and over — Goes over and over but yet
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| there’s something beautiful (yeah come on)
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| Over and over — Goes over and over but yeah
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| still something beautiful… |