I'm a star, I'm a star.
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(You said It don't forget it.)
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Guns and glamour.
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(How we shine so brightly.)
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Well, it's all over now.
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(All the drugs have run out.)
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You said it don't forget it.
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Dolce & Gabanna.
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Louis Vuitton and Prada.
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With a blank for a name and a hand full of sedatives.
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I'm not all about it and I don't kiss and tell.
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Well I learned from the
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best, got a bullet to the chest.
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Once again, now we're making some progress
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It's only sleight of hand.
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Well its getting kind of late, nobody wants to be out on the street.
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You always saw me at my best.
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Well, that wasn't normal.
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Well, if I feel under your dress, wouldn't that be too formal?
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Can't stop the cycle of teenage arrogance.
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Well-behaved boys and out of control whores.
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It's a scene.
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Well-behaved boys and out of control whores.
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Late nights in Hollywood.
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Plastic here is always good.
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That boys got exquisite taste.
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I wrote you a letter, I hope you can't find it.
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It's buried in contrast.
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Typical but timeless.
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This scripture wasn't meant for burning.
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I laid you to rest, love, and now you're returning.
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Still returning.
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I'm a star, I'm a star.
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(You said It don't forget it.)
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Guns and glamour.
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(How we shine so brightly.)
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Well, it's all over now.
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(All the drugs have run out.)
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You said it don't forget it.
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You never cared for glamour.
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You always said there'd be time
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Well if I feel you inside it's just a waste in time.
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Well-behaved boys and out of control whores.
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Beat The Devil Out Of It
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Drop Dead, Gorgeous |