| Who do you
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| Who do you think you are?
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| Some kind of super star?
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| We’ll see
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| Where do you?
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| Where do you think you are?
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| That shit won’t get you far
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| With me
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| You’re just so dashing
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| You marvel at the sound
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| Of your own voice, as you crash into the ground
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| You look so perfect, but everybody knows
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| They’re petrified to say the emperor has no clothes
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| So bloody perfect, but everybody knows
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| They’re just so petrified that the emperor has no clothes
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| Just so you know
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| That’s how it goes
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| You’re bad
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| You’re bad for my health
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| Because you make me sick
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| You prick
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| Don’t you know?
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| Don’t you know who I am?
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| You know I’d like your face
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| To kick
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| If your lips are moving I know you must be lying
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| You even suck the life out of dying
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| You look so perfect, but everybody knows
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| They’re petrified to say the emperor has no clothes
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| So bloody perfect, but everybody knows
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| They’re just so petrified that the emperor has no clothes
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| The house of cards are falling
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| Luck is running thin
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| Father forgive him, being a punk is not a sin
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| You look so perfect, but everybody knows
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| They’re petrified to say the emperor has no clothes
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| So bloody perfect, but everybody knows
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| They’re just so petrified that the emperor has no clothes
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| You look so perfect, perfect
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| The emperor has no clothes
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| So bloody perfect, perfect
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| The emperor has no clothes
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| You look so perfect, perfect
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| The emperor has no clothes
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| So bloody perfect, perfect
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| And everybody knows
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| Except you |