The masses gather
To take a shot at you
With cannibal sympathy
And cameras loaded

Look at you
our little lamb...

We can¹t get you out of our heads
The way you taste
the way you look like a...

So proud of your role
So proud...

I can¹t get you out of my heads
The way you taste
the way you look like a...

We¹ll take you down
And face you forward
into the lights

Now you are a star.


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