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You're on the outside
You're lookin' in
You're takin' pictures of what you never been
So kill to kill
So ya wanna die?
You're burnin' slowly - with seven lives
Blow up the bitch with the firecracker smile
Switchblade in her suitcase
Loves to drive 'em wild
So kill to kill
Yeah ya gonna die
Everybody's searchin' - every single night
You'll never keep it 'cause you sold yourself
And by the way
You'll never lose it 'cause you never had it
It's all the same
Rock Star Life - turn on the switch
Hollywood Bitch - so fake that she seems real
She goes again
She's from the "Westside," she's lookin' thin
She fills her body with what she'll never be
So kill to kill - so you wanna die?
Everybody's searchin' - every single night
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