| Close up camera one
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| The hero sings in this scene
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| The boy that gets the girl gets to go home where they get married
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| But stop the tape,
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| The sunset still looks fake to me The hero looks like he can’t breathe
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| The damsel just left everything
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| You’re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks
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| And you’re gonna burn the city down right now
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| Whoa whoa
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| You’re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks
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| And you’re gonna burn the city down right now
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| Whoa whoa
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| Oh close up camera two
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| Cause the hero dies in this scene
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| Your inspiration is the loss of absolutely everything
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| And flashback on the girl
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| As we montage every memory
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| And we bleed out in the bathroom sink
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| And we fade out as the soundtrack sings:
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| You’re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks
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| And you’re gonna burn the city down right now
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| Whoa whoa
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| You’re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks
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| And you’re gonna burn the city down right now
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| Whoa whoa
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| She said get your hands off of my star
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| It’s not your part but all your fault
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| And this jealous actress has a habit of making things sound way too tragic
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| Get your hands off of my star
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| It’s not your part but all your fault
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| And this jealous actress has a habit of making things sound way too tragic
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| And this jealous actress has a habit
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| Of making things sound way too tragic
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| Oh this jealous actress has a habit
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| Of making things sound way too tragic.
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| You’re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks
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| You’re gonna burn the city down right now
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| Whoa whoa
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| You’re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks
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| And you’re gonna burn the city down right now
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| Whoa whoa
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| You’re like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks
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| And you’re gonna burn the city down right now
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| Whoa whoa-ahh
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| And this jealous actress has a habit
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| Whoa |