Walking around the nightclub
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all the people make me sick.
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Dancing and having a goodtime
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oh there all just full of shit.
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Yeah I have to slip myself something
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there's nothing else to do.
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I"m in a room of posers
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and you know i'm looking at you!
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She's in makeup ads
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She's a beauty queen
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she throws up on the floor.
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He's an independant filmstar
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but really just a faggit whore!
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The princess of bolemia
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dancing with the kind of queer
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all there problems twisted together
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I can't help but stop and stare!
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All the people dance around look at all the fools.
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All the people dance around look at all the fools.
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All the people dance around look at all the fools.
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The dj spins some records
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he think he is a musician.
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The bouncers think there tough guys
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but they are just big and fat.
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The bartender's a slut
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and the barbacks are illegal.
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It makes me really wonder
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why do i fit in?
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