Save me from critical acclaim
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Save my smile its' too cracked from fame
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Wish me well with my fantasy
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Feel my arrogance with your sanity
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Wash me oh so painfully clean
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Disect my words with a fist full of your dreams
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Build me up and strike me down please
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Sign my name, sign my name
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It takes blood and guts to be this cool
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But I'm still, just a cliche
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It takes blood and guts to be this cool
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But I'm still, just a cliche
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Just a cliche, just a cliche
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Just a cliche, just a cliche
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Colour my views in red, white and blue
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I'm wide awake now, wide awake now
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I kiss you, I kiss you, but I'm falling down
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And all my friends are crowding around
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They're crowding around looking down to see
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But all they can see is me, me, me
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So blow me away now, with your screwed up mind
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There's no charm left now, for you to find
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It takes blood and guts to be this cool
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But I'm still, just a cliche
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It takes blood and guts to be this cool
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But I'm still, just a cliche
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Just a cliche, just a cliche
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Just a cliche, just a cliche
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I see you, you see me
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And who the hell am I supposed to be
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I don't care now but I know that I should
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Wasting away like you knew I would
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It takes blood and guts to be this cool
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But I'm still, still
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It takes blood and guts to be this cool
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But I'm still, still
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It takes blood and guts to be this cool
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But I'm still, just a cliche
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Just a cliche, just a cliche
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Just a cliche, just a cliche
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It Takes Blood & Guts To Be This Cool, But I'm Still Just A Cliche
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Skunk Anansie |