| Tonight I’ll laugh myself asleep
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| Again to the same old swan songs
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| I just keep hearing
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| And you strike every
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| Nerve with your pretensions
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| Always the butt of the
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| Joke when no one’s laughing
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| You wanted the role
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| Now your playing the part
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| They’re dying to be just like you
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| Sing us a song where
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| We can’t sing along and you’re the new sensation
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| I’m better off with my two left feet
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| You’re no god damned messiah
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| With the answers to everything
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| I know that hell is other people
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| I know I’ll lose my mind
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| I need some inspiration
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| I’ve grown sick — slick bullshit
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| Eat your heart out
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| This song’s about you
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| You wanted the role
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| Now your playing the part
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| They’re dying to be just like you
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| Sing us a song where we can’t sing
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| Along and you’re the new sensation
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| Who needs a spine anyway?
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| Without a backbone It’s just aesthetics
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| I can’t take the noise anymore
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| So pry up the floorboards
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| And raise the dead
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| It’s time to raise the dead
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| You wanted the role
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| Now your playing the part
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| They’re dying to be just like you
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| Sing us a song where we can’t sing
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| Along and you’re the new sensation |