Catch A Fallen Star Cifras

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[Verse 1]
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Black rings round your eyes
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And you're spewing your lies
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That you know is your old routine
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Spilling your drink
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With a nudge and wink
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As you boast about people you've been
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Smoking your cigarette
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Down to the butt
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And your teeth are as black as the tar
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You tell them at sex
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You're a stud in the bed
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As you hang for your life on the bar
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And you see your own peak
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On the top of the mountain
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Of bodies you trod on to get there
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Shit on me, shit on her
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Shit on you in the end
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And they won't even lend you the bus fare
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Now you're boring the pants off
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The tart on the dance-floor
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As you tell her the person you once were
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She just sees you as trash
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But she creams at the cash
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That you might pay just to grope her
 
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[Verse 2]
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And this town is a potpourri of disease
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Can you smell the herpes
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from the scum-sucking fucks
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That hang around the same suckers each mid-night
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You were being your photo
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And spouting your promo
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Flicking back your limp quiff
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That's as limp as your dick
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Irritating your greedy cross-eyed sight
 
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Oh Christ and you're greasing up now
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To the creepy old cow
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That would sell out your mother and besides
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Your sell-out assured
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You were always a whore
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And you've always been taken for long rides
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At the smell of the bribe
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You go jelly inside
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As you step up the gold ladder to big time
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Kick them on the way up, kick you on the way down
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And you'll need them all again in good time
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Your friend is the "yes" man
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Who sits by your side
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With his hand in your pocket all the time
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And he's messing your head
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Tries to get you in bed
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Well it's all masturbation of a kind
 
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[Verse 3]
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What you earn, heaven knows
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It goes straight up your nose
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And you strangle your health in the end
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And you're blinded by bull
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And you've really been full
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And it's driving you straight round the bend
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And you're told that a smile
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is so worth your while
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Its what "yes" men call diplomacy
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It'll get you the goal
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But while losing the soul
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You're forgetting the quality
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And you heave on your drink
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As you're starting to think
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That all that shines may not be larme
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But a cheap substitute
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That'll give you the boot
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You're just a stiff at a funeral party
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Where you slouch on the bar
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With your arm in the beer
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Wearing yesterday's mascara today
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And it runs when you cry
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about living a lie
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And the lie's starting to fade away     Fade away
 
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