| Wait, don’t hold your breath for goodness' sake
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| Nobody’s home
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| But you’ve got parliaments filled with parasites, plus marquees with your name
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| in lights
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| A star is born, and that’s the trade for everyone you know
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| Let’s go paint the town on our way home
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| The blinking lights are breaking bones
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| Cast all your spells, and there you have
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| That good old fashioned razzmatazz
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| Oh, you broke my heart again
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| You climbed up on your ivory tower, and you paid off all my friends
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| And now, well some things just cannot be fixed with sparkled tongues and
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| politics
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| In a fascist little paradox, we all become anonymous
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| Let’s go paint the town on our way home
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| The blinking lights are breaking bones
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| Cast all your spells, and there you have
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| That good old fashioned razzmatazz
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| Let’s go paint the town on our way home
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| The blinking lights are breaking bones
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| Cast all your spells, and there you have
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| That good old fashioned razzmatazz
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| Complete |