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Won't You listen all You pretty boysin magazines You look like plastic toys
Superstars of rock You just pretenda blasphemy that never seems to end
Ugly bastard, You think You look goodbut there are things You never understoodwith lipstick and mascara in your hand'bet You're not even sure You're a mannow listen;
Hairdryer soldiers marching out to warcan't you see Yourself, You're such a bore
Why don't You all just lie down and die?
The world's a mess and You're the reason why
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