| Bit by bit as plucky falls to sleep
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| She sits there in the night of terror and watches her tv And it’s so quiet here in tonight, she looks skinny in the light
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| In her under wire her face so fine, she’s higher than a kite
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| She says what about me; |
| and I’m dying inside complete
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| Have you ever wanted anything so bad you couldn’t see?
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| No oh oh; |
| no oh oh not me; |
| no oh oh… I don’t wanna be on tv
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| In my town there’s a tv station, cracks just like a flair?
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| He’s staring at a woman, she is staring back at him
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| You can cut the tension with a knife; |
| we’re expecting rain tonight
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| There’s a weather system blowing in from Santa Ana all night
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| She thinks, what about me, so what’s here on tv
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| I don’t care about your pompous ass, I care about this baby
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| No oh oh; |
| no oh oh not me; |
| no oh oh… I don’t wanna be on tv
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| Everyone in this city seems to take it like a drug
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| Sit up all night faces so white, they just can’t get enough
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| And the shows are all the same, and there’s something I can’t name
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| The snickering of this flickering screen the noise numbing my brain
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| So I think well, what about me, I’ll just (mumbled) of me These walls and bars and then there’s whores just dying next to me No oh oh; |
| no oh oh not me; |
| no oh oh… I don’t wanna be on tv
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| No oh oh; |
| no oh oh not me; |
| no oh oh; |
| no oh oh… |