| Night after night I tell myself
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| That I gotta find a way to escape this void
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| After all is said and done
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| My resumè's gonna be elegant from now on
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| You put the strap around your neck
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| Funny that I’m not dangling up there all along
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| Sickness will kindly talk to the mind
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| When the mind can’t take it anymore
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| Put on your amazing leotard
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| And learn all you should know
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| Ooh-oh! |
| Gotta make way for the new pollution
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| Ooh-oh! |
| It’s gonna be a hairspray revolution
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| Ooh-oh! |
| Life left you only seconds to play
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| I never know you, never will
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| If we’d meet I’d probably hate you from the very
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| Start up a fight, I’d fight you right
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| But by the end of the night we’d be the ones to hang out
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| Buy you a drink, a smoke, a pint
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| Saying that it’s gonna be elegant from now on
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| Sickness will kindly talk to the mind
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| When the mind’s got nowhere else to go
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| Put on your amazing leotard
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| And get on with the show
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| Ooh-oh! |
| Gotta make way for the new pollution
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| Ooh-oh! |
| It’s gonna be a hairspray revolution
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| Ooh-oh! |
| Life left you only seconds to play
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| Looking like a right potato
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| Never saw a grimmer look
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| You tell me I’m a masturbator
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| — See you still know some of the frech you took!
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| And they’ll beat you to the ground
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| Treat you like a hound
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| Cheat away your money
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| Turn your best friend around
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| They’ll tell you that you’re overrated
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| But still they’ll take a closer look
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| So come down Kid!
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| We are all waiting down here…
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| Ooh-oh! |
| Gotta make way for the new pollution
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| Ooh-oh! |
| It’s gonna be a hairspray revolution |