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I was eight years old when someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. I said, I want to be a singer. I want to be pretty, I want to be popular.
Isn't it funny that how I dress dictates your actions?
Destroyed from the inside out,A tragedy sinners do not mourn.No pity for a star. Here bright and burning,Here dark and cold,Alive as a star,Dead as a star.