| Back in the eighties
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| You ruled supreme
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| A one hit wonder
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| That fuelled a scene
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| Once a style leader
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| Expensive deal
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| You shocked a nation
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| In your fright mask and heels
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| In your west-end bedsit
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| Watching stars on the wane
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| Drinking no brand vodka
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| Like those heady days of fame
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| Your sycophantic fans
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| Joining in for the kill
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| Whatever your desire
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| They’ll just do it for the thrill
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| A reputation that proceeds you
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| Your legend fallen from grace
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| And all the time that I invested
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| Just thrown back in my face
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| Your legend fallen from grace
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| My instincts duly attested
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| You were such a waste of space
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| Lacking in niceties
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| Rattled my cage
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| Has-been facing hunger
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| Withdrawals from stage
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| But it’s your choice
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| To vent your rage
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| I’m left without a voice
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| So putting pen to the page
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| I feed your just deserts
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| Its a dish I’m serving late
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| Leaving your bad karma
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| To the ready hands of fate
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| A flash in the pan
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| Who tested my goodwill
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| I’m ready for my close-up
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| Shoot it up Mr. Demille
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| A reputation that proceeds you
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| Your legend fallen from grace
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| And all the time that I invested
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| Just thrown back in my face
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| Your legend fallen from grace
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| Your legend fallen from grace
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| Your legend fallen from grace
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| Your legend fallen from grace |