Brace yourself for the plight of the born.
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as the spotlight strips you bare.
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Just a useless act in the play of life.
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cast as the role of "The Lover" and I feel slightly misplace in a world that
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"Fuck or be Fucked"
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Kill the Lights.
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Letch.
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one more time and say it like you mean it.
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Lush.
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one more time and tell it like you feel it.
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Lover.
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You've got talent but I just dont see it.
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Wrap your hook around my neck and get me off get me off get me off your stage.
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In every coma-lover's kiss collides with truth.
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and every tongue that slips will drip onto your bruise
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and I know disguise the lies that you told me last night
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these plots are breeding grounds for nothing but the worse and nothing could be
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worse and I know why.
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and what do I have left?
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the composer just went deaf.
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the singer lost his breathe, in the glow of the crowd.
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the dancer's on a crutch.
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the writer drank to much.
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the director lost his touch. In the glow of the crowd.
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can you resist the urge to burn the script we wrote?
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bring on the flood before we choke.
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applause engulfs the room.
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we bow into our tombs.
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sing me one more line so I can sleep.
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this is all you need.
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my love it follows you to your grave, to your grave
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and i know, my love, it follows you, to your grave
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to your grave.
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The Last American Cowboy
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| The Bled |
