| And they came from the city, you know
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| They came to see her fall
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| And they came from the city, you know
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| They came to see her crawl
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| Break out the old clichés
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| Clear space on your front page
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| Good stories sell more than you will ever do
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| Kill 'em with kindness wins worst lyric of the year
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| Kill 'em with kindness, glass against the door
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| Fame goes to her head and your eyes cast down at the floor
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| Step right up with tickets, no need to be shy
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| There’s no shame in admitting that you came to see her cry
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| And they came from the city, you know
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| They came to see her fall
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| And they came from the city, you know
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| They came to see her crawl
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| Light it up
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| You’ve seen it all before
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| Madonnas of the world
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| Crawl across the broken glass
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| Watch the throne you kings
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| Genius bars and air guitars
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| What’s it all mean?
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| Kill 'em with kindness, glass against the door
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| Time magazine says it’s your thing and leaves you wanting more
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| VIPs you cut the line, embarrassing I know
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| Are you afraid to state the claim
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| You came to see the show
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| And they came from the city, you know
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| They came to see her fall
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| And they came from the city, you know
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| They came to see her crawl
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| Light it up |