| I don’t listen much to reason
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| Everyone wants to be here
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| Santa Claus has lost his sleigh
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| Easter Bunny’s not a rabbit
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| Tricks are made for kids until
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| Pseudo psycho man told you to fly
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| Everyone just ran around just playing games with anti-socials
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| No one ever taught you how to fall
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| Well I don’t listen much to of you
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| Everyone’s a fuckin psycho
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| No one ever taught you how to be
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| Won’t you take it off, and shoot it up,
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| and show me how you used to fly
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| Take it off, and shoot it up,
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| and show me how you used to die
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| Take it off, and shoot it up,
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| and show me how you used to fly
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| Everyone around you super-star
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| They can mother-fuckin die
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| I could give a damn about what you think
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| All the sui-psycho hippies always stink
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| No one answered all your questions till you fly
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| No one gave you any sex until you cried
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| tryin to be a superstar
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| Take it… Take it… Take it
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| Take it off, and shoot it up
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| And show me how to used to fly
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| Take it off, and shoot it up
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| And show me how you used to die
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| Take it off, and shoot it up
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| And show me how you used to fly
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| Everyone around you superstar
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| They can mother fuckin die
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| Superstars lie |