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[ti:God Hates Your Outfit] |
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[ar:Jeffree Star] |
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[al:Beauty Killer] |
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LA is where stars come to die. Hold your breath - try not to lie. |
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LA is where stars come to die. Hold your breath - try not to lie. |
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To burn out in the blink of the public eye.. |
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Need the paparazzi to prove you're alive. |
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You wanna do something with your life? |
| [00:28] |
Drop dead... HELLO! Drop dead... GOODBYE! |
| [00:32] |
Hollywood knows you'll never make it. |
| [00:36] |
You're rich & you're skinny but you look like shit. |
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You came so close you could almost taste it… |
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But God, God, God hates your outfit. |
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Hold your emotions under the knife (Let's pretend, we're satisfied...) Non-refundable and overhyped.. |
| [01:23] |
Now you look like you feel on the inside. |
| [01:27] |
You wanna do something with your life? |
| [01:31] |
Drop dead... HELLO! Drop dead... GOODBYE! |
| [01:35] |
Hollywood knows you'll never make it. |
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You're rich & you're skinny but you look like shit. |
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You came so close you could almost taste it… |
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But God, God, God hates your outfit. |
