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I rose a statue over cheap regrets

I put my head into my hands

I rose a statue for the things I said

Tongue twisting, head into my hands

I didn’t know what a mirror was til I went to LA

Jacuzzis, an uzi, and a Land Rover ride

That’s what the money’s for

Bikinis, Bellinis, and paté

And in the country we’re just burning up too

The weakest link’s just a drain on the food

And if it’s better being left on it’s own

Let’s prod it like cattle

I didn’t know about glory til firsthand in New York

I saw the smut and the fury and the dregs of the earth

But let me show you what a mirror does, it’s now one and the same

A little bit of nothing, and a whole lot of fame

Spaced out for free and made friends in the dives

Nothing’s ever the same, nothing’s ever quite right

The image is for certain, but the present always dies

So I’m going out to make it something sacred

I rose a statue over cheap regrets

I put my head into my hands

I rose a statue for the things I said

Tongue twisting, head into my hands

Cheap regrets

Cheap regrets

Cheap regrets

My hands, my hands, my hands, my my my my…

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