| Leading the sheep on a great escape,
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| guiding them over the ledge.
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| Poison them all with cellophane.
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| Plastic will melt in the lake.
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| Many have come only to find,
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| Hollywood heros do run.
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| Hollywood, wish I could put you underwater,
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| fill you up ‘til you burst, while you comatose.
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| In the night, in your robe, then you will notice your soul.
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| Trade in your gold for some pretty thing,
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| something the masses will love.
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| sucking the life out of every good soul
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| sinking your teeth to the bone.
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| When the bow breaks, then you will fall,
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| down will come dorian and all, portrait of sin will dissolve.
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| Hollywood, wish I could put you underwater,
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| fill you up ‘til you burst, while you comatose.
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| In the night, in your robe, then you will notice your soul. |