I shot a Warhol
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Dead with my pistol
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When the wind hit the hole
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In the canvas it whistled
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Beautiful with no frame
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A face with no name
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Glass full of cold fame
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Chased it with slow pain
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Nostrils of cocaine
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Cocktail and kill time
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Scenes from a bad film
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Lived out in real time
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Who plays the hero
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Which one's the victim
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Violent and fearful
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They find their positions
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Pride and ambition, the enemies inside you
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Tendencies to listen, even when you're lied to
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Pry through the details
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Unmask the myth
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Try to impress the cast
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With acid trips
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Mash your lips against a cold hard bottle of
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Washed up stars and old role models
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She loves the sorrow
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So much that she swallows
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But talk to tomorrow
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Which walk will she follow
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Everybody needs to be appreciated
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Execute him for the masterpiece that he created
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Death of a sales martyr
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Fire starter
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If the hate doesn't make you wanna die
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Try harder
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I shot a Warhol
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Dead with my pistol
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When the wind hit the hole
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In the canvas it whistled
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Beautiful with no frame
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A face with no name
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Glass full of cold fame
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Chased it with slow pain
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No game to rise to
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The coke side blinds you
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Hope with no aim
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And its the fuel that you "Eye" to
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Steady with that rifle
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Pointed at your idle
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Open up the spot
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With each fallen rival
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This is the cycle
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Replace the A-list
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The next batch of faces
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Can come hate the famous
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Everybody thinks that what they make is golden
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When Lennon got shot
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There were thoughts of holding
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What'cha gonna do to impress the bitch
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Which slow blow gets picked
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When you get that itch
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If they notice
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That you're climbing to the focus
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Surround yourself with soldiers
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and like minded moments
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Dark sticks, in whoever heart's the biggest
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Eye of the beholder
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Is dark, cold and vicious
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She loves you
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Because she loves image
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Let's tear it all apart
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From the start to the finish
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I shot a Warhol
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Dead with my pistol
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When the wind hit the hole
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In the canvas it whistled
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Beautiful with no frame
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A face with no name
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Glass full of cold fame
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Chased it with slow pain
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It's nothing but a slow pulse
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If you just stop feeling it
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Your friends and your folks
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Can't adjust to what you're dealing with
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Accustomed to trust
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Now the lust got you killing it
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Eyes wide shut
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Now your fucked
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No healing it
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Travel down the barrel towards the light
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Once in open space
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it's easy to lose sight
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Don't look down
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You're bound to fall flat
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If you do hit the ground
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You're bound to bounce back
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The sound track
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She hated every single song
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But everybody else
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Seemed to wanna sing along
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Bring along
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The belief that every thing is wrong
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We all break down in front of God
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Before the break of dawn
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Silence
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Open up the eyelids
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To sex, drugs, and violence
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Movies, songs, books
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Everything is based on it
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So we stay on it
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Got a bullet with your face on it
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I shot a Warhol
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Dead with my pistol
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When the wind hit the hole
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In the canvas it whistled
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Beautiful with no frame
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A face with no name
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Glass full of cold fame
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Chased it with slow pain
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I Shot A Warhol
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