| We spend our money on guitars
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| Write songs about our broken hearts
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| We’re Shit City stars
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| And when we don’t, we’re still aware
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| That we’re pop revolutionaires
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| Aren’t we cool?
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| Some say we pretend we live in a dreamworld,
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| We don’t think so Rule No 1 — pretend it’s fun
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| OK now
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| Chances are we might be stars, and live forever
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| Chances are we might be stars, beloved forever
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| Chances are we might be stars, and shine until…
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| We fall down
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| We know the faces one should know
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| We know the places where to go We’re on the radio
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| We never stop, we carry on Pretending life is like a song
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| Arent we cool?
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| Some say we pretend we live in a dream world,
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| We don’t think so Rule No 10 — just try again
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| OK now
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| Chances are we might be stars, and live forever
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| Chances are we might be stars, beloved forever
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| Chances are we might be stars, and shine until…
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| We fall down |