| Free your mind and feel the passion, baby
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| Death and suntan, still in fashion, baby
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| Hollywood, in Hollywood
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| Yeah, crush your idols, they can afford it, baby
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| Permanently vile and fascinating
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| Hollywood, in Hollywood
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| Break it down
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| Please stop calling
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| I’m so sick
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| I think I’m falling
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| Break it down
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| Please stop calling
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| I’m so sick
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| I think I’m falling
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| Inside the mind fucking, meat grinding, unwinding
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| Soul sucking factory of all your dreams
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| Cinema regressing at you, baby
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| Charge it to production, will ya baby?
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| Hollywood, in Hollywood
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| Yeah, somewhere in a canyon, death is waiting
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| Hippie freaks and convicts congregating
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| Hollywood, in Hollywood
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| Break it down
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| Please stop calling
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| I’m so sick
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| I think I’m falling
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| Break it down
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| Please stop calling
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| I’m so sick
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| I think I’m falling
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| Inside the mind fucking, meat grinding, unwinding
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| Soul sucking factory of all your dreams
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| Break it down
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| Please stop calling
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| I’m so sick
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| I think I’m falling
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| Break it down
|
| Please stop calling
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| I’m so sick
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| I think I’m falling
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| Inside the mind fucking, meat grinding, unwinding
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| Soul sucking factory of all your dreams |