| It’s clear you have a deathwish
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| From what I hear
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| Your latest dish, lives for you
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| It scares you half to death
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| You bend over backwards to make a statement
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| Hang from the rafters and lick the pavement
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| Split your lip and barely cathc a breath
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| Your lovely eyes that close like petals
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| Your sweet surprise can win you medals
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| You strut your stuff and fan your peacock feathers
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| Even if you fake it to get attention
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| Whatever it’ll take to get them to listen
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| Piss on your designer boots and designer leathers
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| Hey little rock star (hey little rock star)
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| Why don’t you see
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| This is not all that, its cracked up to be
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| And I can’t say I blame you
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| For throwin' the towel in
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| For buying more fame
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| Cashing your chips in
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| With all your talent
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| So much to gain
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| To toss it away like this
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| It’d be such a shame
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| Juvenile delinquent, misunderstood
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| Peter Pan and Robin Hood
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| Will you ever do what your afraid to do?
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| Will you ever know happiness of a rock star?
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| Was your deathwish stronger than you are?
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| Will you go up in flames like the torches that are carried for you?
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| To toss it away like this
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| Would be such a shame
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| To toss it away like this
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| Would be such a shame |