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Cold - Superstar lyrics
I don't listen much to reason, everybody wants to be here, Santa Clause has lost his mind Easter Bunny's not a rabbit, tricks are made for kids until, pseudo-psycho man tells you to fly everyone just ran around just playing games with anti-socials, no one ever taught you how to fall i don't listen much to of you, everyone's a fucking psycho, no one ever taught you how to call won't you take it off, and shoot it up, and show me how, ya used to fly. take it off, and shoot up, and show me how, ya used to die. everyone around you superstar, they can mother fucking die. i don't give a damn about what you think, all the pseudo-psycho hippies always stink, no one else here brought up questions till you flied, no one gave you any sex until you cried. trying to be a superstar, superstars lie |
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