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Suicide Star

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You could have been a someone
But you took all of this too far

You're playing with razor blades
Dancing on glass in the back of your car

And the world is running you down
And the world is running you down
To the ground

'Cause you're a suicide star
In your neon drive
There's no fame in alive
'Cause you're a suicide star

You're such a pretty suicide
Doped up with your hand latched to the door

Everyone can be famous
Fifteen minutes for leaving a beautiful corpse

And the world is running you down
And the world is running you down
To the ground

'Cause you're a suicide star
In your neon drive
There's no fame in alive
'Cause you're a suicide star

You're such a pretty suicide
Andy Warhol would be so proud
Neon drug ride into success
Andy Warhol would be so fucking proud

And the world is running you down
And the world is running you down
To the ground

'Cause you're a suicide star
In your neon drive
There's no fame in alive
'Cause you're a suicide star



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