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The Headlines

 

You said the world was your stage

here I am my wounds on display

And ainít it funny how the twisting of fate

can feel just like a bed of nails that you have never made

 

Iím sick and tired of hearing about it

I see your name in lights

Iím so happy that you made the headlines

Iíve been forgotten, just a face in the crowd now

I read your name in lights

Iím so happy that you made the headlines

 

Being your muse ainít no prize

Iím just a character in scene that you have conspired

and if youíre so damn bored and hate most of us

then why the fuck are you still living here in Minneapolis?

 

Iím sick and tired of hearing about it

I see your name in lights

Iím so happy that you made the headlines

Iíve been discarded, buried in a shroud

I read your name in lights

Iím so happy that you made the headlines

 

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