| A monochrome intensity, all the colour seeped out
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| Teenage disillusion, takes a while to come about
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| All the young actors, surrounded by the crowd
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| Screaming for some action, or a smile so lift the doubt
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| And you know that it is?
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| A million dead stars, dead stars
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| A million dead stars, dead stars
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| If you cackle and aren’t allergic, to the screaming of the cats
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| A new career awaits you, an appointed business hag
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| And as life gets meatier, and love stings take hold
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| You fail to remember youth’s coloured kaleidoscope
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| And you know what it is?
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| A million dead stars, dead stars
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| A million dead stars, dead stars
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| An emotion of humour, mixed with sadness of the bars
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| The new comers wonder, just how this comes to start
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| As your mind begins to focus, gazing upwards to the night
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| And then your eyes are blinded by a million dead stars yeah
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| Now you knwo what it is!
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| A million dead stars, dead stars
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| A million dead stars, dead stars
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| A million dead stars, yeah
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| A million dead stars, oh yeah
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| A million dead stars
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| A million dead stars
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| A million dead stars |