What are you duplicants up to
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You're not supposed to have any imagination!
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Time for the vet vacation, heavy sedation
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My machine, what is this crazy contraption
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You need to be smacked in
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If it exists, the negotiater will have it hacked
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[knock]
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Yes? Come in, CC2003
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Do you need a refill of DNA from me?
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[Clone CC2003 (Princess Superstar)]
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No, I come fatally
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Me and the ladies have had enough of me, I mean of you
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And your Tyrannosaurus tyrannical ways
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Fanatical plays for fans and fame
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Here comes the rain and nobody will reign
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And no one will know the difference
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You taught me well, you goin' to hell, whatever that means
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And I don't wanna be different
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I don't wanna be the same but better
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And now I will terminate you Concetta
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(You dare to utter my real name?)
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It's all the same, this is your end game
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You remember that machine that us duplicants sang of?
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That can make you into anything you wanted to be
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Well bitch it does exist
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I took it back in history
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Time travelled, and unravelled the mystery of all of our misery
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It seems in 2005 you were a nobody
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Oh ok, a sort of somebody
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Ahead of your time? Well, some of the time
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And with the super fancy MRI
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You downloaded the contents of your brain and eyes
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Knowing the future you in 2080 would materialise
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And I went back in time, and tampered with that MRI scan
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This was never part of the plan
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But in about thirty-five seconds you will cease being a Superstar
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And instead become one of your own biggest fans
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Who goes insane because after you cease being a Superstar
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This fan will have nothing to live vicariously through
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The premis-precarious true, I'm probably confusing all of you
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Does it make sense, or don't get it sense
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It's just my artistic license
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(Listen duplicant 2003, I'm not really following)
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(I mean you need to simplify or clarify)
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(This record, nobody's gonna buy it if you make me die)
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(I mean, I'm the main AARRRGHHH)
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The Death Of The Superstar
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Princess Superstar |