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We'd wake before daylight
 And practice up until noon
 He wanted perfection
 Always the same tune
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 After all the pretty things you'd done for me
 I left you in a ditch
 You were the bank but I was the star on the silver screen
 And my cheeks made blind men see and they all rose for me
 But after all the pretty things you'd done for me
 I left you in a ditch
 My voice grew hoarse reciting words that you know so well
 Though no one heard, they would so soon
 Once my sound was known to the finest tastes that set global tone
 "And I'll helm the seas of a burgeoning scene as the new come queen"
 "While you lick your wounds in a hole that's black perpetually"
 And a pink caterpillar with six anorexic children let me stay
 But I had to keep moving through anteater town
 After anteater town, after anteater town
 After anteater town, after anteater town
 I'd spent all your cash by the time I got to Schlagenheim
 And your name was gouged, it was no use
 To think that you could play!
 But despite all the stupid plans you set for me
 You're still in that ditch
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 And I was led here after some talk of atmospheres
 I skipped the line, made it known that I was one to see
 The desk was pain, said I did not fit
 No time for ploys and games, I made my way
 Through flocks of imbeciles, I crawled through my entry point
 But the curtain drew, I was too late
 In a white suit stuffed with hay, you were on stage
 You were on stage, you were on stage, you were on stage
 You were on stage, you were on stage, you were on stage
 You were on stage, you were on stage, you were on stage
 You were on stage!
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 Lights came dim and hats came one
 Though not for me
 He sat and began the sound
 It sang the chords of my memory
 Implying that tune