| You think privacy is overrated
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| Your dreams are way more important
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| You love to prove your magic touch
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| And that’s why you talk way too much
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| You didn’t have breakfast this morning
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| You want to be perfect when you go out and face the world
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| But I blame your ego and all of these people
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| I’m always cautious and they want the sequel
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| But I haven’t written the first one
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| I put my pennies on the table as I shoot at the cashier
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| That’s the movie of the year
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| You want to get a brand new face to go with your evening suit
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| You want to be a movie star, do it for the ego boost
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| And we can self-medicate, and tell ourselves we ain’t fools
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| We all want to be movie stars but none of us have a clue
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| Your face caked up just like Andy Kauffman
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| Goin' out with a nosebleed, coughing
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| You say I don’t do it too much
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| But your life is a naked lunch
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| Smoke it all to the roach while the parents are close
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| 'Cause if they don’t ask no questions they are fun
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| You want to get a brand new face to go with your evening suit
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| You want to be a movie star, do it for the ego boost
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| And we can self-medicate, and tell ourselves we ain’t fools
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| We all want to be movie stars but none of us have a clue
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| Now wonder what’s coming next
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| Maybe tattoos on my face when I have no room on my chest
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| Dime bags and pearl in the hills, driving up here was a quest
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| 'Cause every time she took a right she should have taken a left
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| She said «you don’t got a fast car, why I gotta show respect?»
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| Bitch, I must’ve not heard you correct
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| You can leave 'cause in my head I think you’ve already left
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| I must be two minutes ahead like Nicky Cage was in Next
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| You want to get a brand new face to go with your evening suit
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| You want to be a movie star, do it for the ego boost
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| And we can self-medicate, and tell ourselves we ain’t fools
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| We all want to be movie stars but none of us have a clue |