I can hear you suffer here
And the audience demands an explanation
I'm so generic
I will save my clichés up for you
Honestly I've got nothing to say
To what you haven't already heard before
Turn it up before it gets any louder
Cos you couldn't handle it anymore
Time has passed
When you're really rid of me
The camera from the crowd goes wild
And reacts like a magazine tattoo
This persona really is in style
We're going to last forever
Is that what you had in mind?
It's going to be a cold November
Well I'll make it worth this time
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