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When I make it out to Hollywood
I'll be such a star,
the world will hallow me.
When I make it big in Los Angeles
I ain
I
When I'm driving out in California
I
while you get off on me.
And your mother
at the mention of my name.
Come on feed on my disease -
I
Oh, can you feel it feel it coming?
When you
You'll see me on the tele
And your hand will slowly disappear
I
only something more like god.
Come on feed on my disease -
I
Oh, can you feel it feel it coming?
But I'm still the same.
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