Your star is descending
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Round here blindly
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Tell your dancing daughter
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That there? no room
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on the wing
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We can bitch
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but it ain? a tinsel town
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Hey! Starchild
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Cant dance
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Left out on a useless limb
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This party will start
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To drag you down
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Slap your face
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And pull your hair
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Bailed out, bailed out
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Bailed out, this skin is head
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Bailed out, bailed out
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Bailed out, this thing is dead
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I was in traction
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started off smiling
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Couldn? help laughing
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I was astounded when
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They caught you unware
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And some missionary said
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That this week
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weave got to shoot
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All the dancing girls
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And then replace them
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With satellites instead
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Bailed out, bailed out
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Bailed out, this skin is head
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Bailed out, bailed out
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Bailed out, this thing is dead
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Like to see something change
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Around here, around there
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BAILED OUT
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| The Auteurs |
