| If they could see you now
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| They would surely bow
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| In the honor of your presence dear
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| You’ve come
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| The cameras blind your eye
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| Here’s the big surprise:
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| Flash never lasts
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| You’ve gotta pay your way back in
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| 'Cause who you are, what you say
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| You’re just a boy who’s afraid of the dark
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| What you’ve got means shit to me
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| I’m not impressed by the dress
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| And the sex that you bought
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| Bright city lights
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| And big, big city nights
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| Here the hand that feeds you bites you dear
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| Fear not
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| Bless your troubled soul
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| But there’s hope for all
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| For a bag of cash you can always
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| Turn your profits in
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| 'Cause who you are, what you say
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| You’re just a boy who’s afraid of the dark
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| What you’ve got means shit to me
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| I’m not impressed by the dress that you bought
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| 'Cause who you are, what you say
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| You’re just a boy who’s afraid of the dark
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| What you’ve got means shit to me
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| I’m not impressed by the dress
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| And the sex that you bought
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| There’s always room for something
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| When nothing’s next to you
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| Hotshot, grab on to something
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| They’re coming after you
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| Who you are, what you say
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| You’re just a boy who’s afraid of the dark
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| What you’ve got means shit to me
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| 'Cause who you are, what you say
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| You’re just a boy who’s afraid of the dark
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| What you’ve got means shit to me
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| I’m not impressed by the dress
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| And the sex that you bought |