| Shot myself, ricochet
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| Crisis as an opportunity
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| Curtain call to loud applause
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| As you fall upon your sword
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| Wake up in a stranger’s bed
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| Hangover and then some
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| Can’t remember what was said
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| What’s her name or what we’ve done
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| Wake up in a stranger’s head
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| This one stresses income
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| On the rich list, born and bred
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| Blames attached to every sum
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| Shot myself, ricochet
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| Crisis as an opportunity
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| Loud applause
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| Revealing the conceal
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| Loser
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| Shot myself, ricochet
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| Crisis as an opportunity
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| Curtain falls to loud applause
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| The tattoo says it all
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| Hope and glory
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| Here’s to hope and glory
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| Where is the peace and the whole
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| In a half-life?
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| I can’t control my saboteur
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| Call it my nature
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| Name it addiction
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| Kiss on the lips will soon turn sour
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| Innocence lost in the grip of a hand job
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| After the surge of ecstasy
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| I’m walking out the door
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| Hope and glory
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| Sh sh sh shine like a ghost
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| Sh sh sh shine to be loved the most
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| When you’re gone your songs outlive your story
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| Sh sh sh shine like a ghost
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| Sh sh sh shine to be loved the most
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| When you’re gone your songs outlive your story
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| Let it shine
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| Let it shine
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| When you’re gone your songs outlive your story |