| I don’t need to beg for some acclaim
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| To desperately build my fame
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| I write and sing and act to be a part
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| Of a community of people who value integrity
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| I don’t care about award shows
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| I don’t need the shallow praise
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| I don’t have the inkling of a yen
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| I’d rather sit in my den
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| Wearing black and reading ancient Grecian plays
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| All the world’s a stage
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| And all the men are only players
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| So why would a hunk of tin
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| Be in my prayers?
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| I only pray about emotions
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| Or when to use a comma
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| And when I pray, I pray to Dionysus
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| The Greek god of drama
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| That’s right, I pray to Greek gods
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| I’m classically trained
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| I don’t care about award shows
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| Or wearing gowns like this
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| I’d rather act Chekhov
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| Than answer a heck of a lot of
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| Red carpet questions about who’s the most fun to kiss
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| (The answer’s Ryan.)
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| I don’t care about award shows
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| The only award I care about
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| Is the one for not caring about award shows
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| And for that I am so proud
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| (Spoken)
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| That award kinda looks like an Emmy
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| (Song)
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| Well, that’s just happenstance
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| Ow!
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| I don’t care about award shows
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| Oh, and I’d like to thank the fans
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| (Spoken)
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| And I’d also like to thank Zeus, Aphrodite, Les Moonves, and the guy who wrote
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| Notting Hill |