| I’m not telling you again what you need
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| It’s just a slap around
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| To make everything stop and cure the fall
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| When you come back down
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| I’m not everything you want
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| I’m just a tease
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| Maybe a matter of touch
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| You could tell me what you want, I’ll give it to you
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| Maybe you think to much
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| Cause you’re Hollywood, you never should
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| We never talk anymore With your high heels on
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| You kill the sun, I’m not your friend anymore
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| I’m so sick and tired of everyone telling you what you want
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| I could never keep track who’s gonna come
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| When you start waving your magic wand
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| And you seem to forget everything that you said
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| Before you had it written for you
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| There’s too much going on that you need to belong to
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| It’s the only thing you know how to do
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| Cause you’re Hollywood, another world
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| You made it all on your own
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| With your high heels on
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| You kill the sun, I’m not your friend anymore
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| You went to Hollywood to make it
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| Hollywood, you never should
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| We never talk anymore
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| With your high heels on
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| You kill the sun, I’m not your friend anymore
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| Not your friend anymore
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| Not your friend anymore
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| Not your friend anymore
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| Not your friend anymore
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| Not your friend anymore
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| Not your friend anymore |