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  I didn't wake up like this Instead I was born with bliss I dance around the streets While I am listening to my sick beats I live a life of laughter No need to be be down after
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.  
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