| They’re waiting to hate you
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| So give them an excuse
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| They say that it changed you
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| I know that can’t be true
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| I came in the entrance
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| The makeup girl went through
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| And waited for ages
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| I waited there for you
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| Hats off to my distant hope
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| I’m held back by a velvet rope
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| And he’s behind the wall
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| The smoke machine has made between us
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| And if he does exist
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| If camera clicking, green room guests
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| Swirl 'round the man whose real life can be touched
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| Then I will do just that much
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| Hats off to my distant hope
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| A little lie, a puff of smoke
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| My street tonight’s on fire with hope
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| You’ll be there, you’ll see us
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| I’ve got my ear against the screen
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| I feel your feelings crackling
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| For every single inch of me
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| I’m going to make you mean it
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| With every single cell of me
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| I’m going to make you mean the words you sigh
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| You lie
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| Goodbye
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| Goodbye |