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celluloid aint no match for matches
burn tinseltown to smithereens
i walk around with a chaplin sadness
burn a hole in the silverscreen
i wanna die of hollywood cancer
doll me up + dance me to my grave
theres a beauty here that can be saved
some a-list stud better be my baby
with the killer abs + a humble face
only way were gonna make some money
not a dry eye in the place
i wanna be yr dead lil sweetheart
spotlight on the pearly gates
i wanna be an american sweetheart
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