| I don’t wanna play out
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| Chose the grayest day to come to L. A
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| Make sure the door doesn’t hit me on the way out
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| Eleven hour trip on a plane, well, that’s a very long way for a day out
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| In a city full of suicide dreams, movie stars, and scenes
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| Plastic cemeteries
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| Throw the stars on the floor, walk the golden mile
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| Sundrench and camomile kisses
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| Broken bones and wish bone wishes
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| All you can eat, take a bow, no FOMO, no sleep
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| Can a woman teach me how to be the man?
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| Tropicana and sand, all I ever wanted was a jam
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| All I ever needed was a plan
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| Ridin' with my models in the back of a cop car
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| Jump in the pool from the roof of a 5-star
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| And one day I could be
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| A distant memory
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| Settin' fire to my house in the hills
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| Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
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| If you let me, I could be
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| Your dead celebrity
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| I don’t wanna fade out
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| Sign my membership for the 27 Club
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| Everyone around me wants a way out
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| Or when I’m struggling to cover my tracks
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| Should I be worried 'bout the scandal or the play out? |
| (Scandal or the play out?
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| When everything I own is on tick
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| And slippin' through my grip
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| My classic ego trip
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| Go back to LC, walk the golden mile
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| Sundrenched and dry-lip kisses
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| Some hits and some near misses, oh well
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| We’ll be dropping like flies, calling three nines
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| 2016, it happens sometimes
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| Not everyone lives, but everyone dies
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| Ridin' with my models in the back of a cop car
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| Jump in the pool from the roof of a 5-star
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| And one day I could be
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| A distant memory
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| Settin' fire to my house in the hills
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| Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
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| If you let me, I could be
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| Your dead celebrity
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| But I always take it too far, too far
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| Hard to know when I’m close to the edge
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| All I need’s respect
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| Maybe I’ll get it when I’m dead
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| If you let me I could be
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| Your dead celebrity |