| You’re the queen of your own little world
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| You really made a splash
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| Got the offers rollin' in
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| But you’re nothing more than high paid trash
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| Everybody wants to know what goes on in your head
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| Pity if they found out that you’re lonely in your bed
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| Maybe it all happened to you
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| Just a little too fast
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| Won’t let anybody touch you
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| So you do it for yourself
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| Plain to see there’s a woman
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| Cryin' out for help
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| You’re a superstar, but you don’t know who you are
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| And your money won’t get you very far
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| You’re a mystery, nothing can set you free
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| Your demons haunt you endlessly, yeah
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| You face the end of your youth
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| In a tired little masquerade
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| You talk to people with a tongue
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| Like a newly sharpened razor blade
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| Yours is not a life that lets you take a look inside
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| Morals and convictions meet a fate of genocide
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| But in the end, you’ll be sleeping in the bed you made
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| All you want’s a daddy
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| The one you never had
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| There’s a need for understanding
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| Aching in you bad
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| You’re a superstar, but you don’t know who you are
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| And your money won’t get you very far
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| You’re a mystery, it seems so clear to me
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| There’s something that you’d rather be, yeah, ooh…
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| Take a look around you now before it’s much too late
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| Make the choice to change or be a victim of your fate
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| All your life, you’ve been running from the girl inside
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| Oh, yeah!
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| You’re a superstar, but you don’t know who you are
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| And your money won’t get you very far
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| You’re a mystery, oh, but it’s plain to see
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| There’s someone that you’d rather be
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| You’re a superstar
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| Ooh, baby, your money won’t get you very far
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| You’re a mystery, and it’s plain to me, yeah
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| There’s someone that you’d rather be, yeah |