Without a broken heart you¡¯ve got nothing to sing about.
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With all those rehashed hooks
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you¡¯ve got no chance of standing out.
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You try to hard and hope the hook sticks,
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where¡¯s your sense of inspiration?
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I could¡¯ve sworn I¡¯ve heard this somewhere before
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You try so hard to run this fashion show,
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you¡¯re so fucking cool.
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I wish I¡¯d never hear this at all.
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You¡¯re so fucking Hollywood.
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I want to be that Hollywood too.
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You¡¯re so fucking beautiful, doesn¡¯t everyone want to be as beautiful as you?
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And once our voices were equipped with fast songs and ideas
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we now come armed to the teeth with hair gel and anthems for your ex girlfriend.
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Well no one cares.
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There¡¯s a difference between genuine heartache
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and just having nothing to say.
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And we¡¯ll all sing along.
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We¡¯re all singing nothing at all.
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Good luck in Hollywood.
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Us ugly kids will stay right here.
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OFFSTAGE! THEY AIN'T GOT NO ROOTS!
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ROCK REBEL!
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If You Think We're Talking About You, We Are
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| Crime In Stereo |
