| Ahhh see, right
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| See, the thing that’s got it all fucked up now is camera phones
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| How the hell am I supposed to be able to do a line
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| In front of complete strangers
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| When I know they’ve all got cameras?
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| When you’re a famous boy, it gets really easy to get girls
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| It’s all so easy, you get a bit spoilt
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| So when you try to pull a girl who is also famous too
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| It feels just like when you wasn’t famous
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| The celebrity pages in papers don’t tell tales
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| That are always to the line of the truth
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| It’s 'til a line at which most likely you’ll have the time
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| Or enough finance to sue
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| Which is why it’s so frightening buying papers in the morning
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| Fearing the next Mike Skinner scoop
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| 'Cause I used to believe what I read
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| So now I know that others will believe that it’s true
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| But I realised, with you, the truth can be
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| A whole lot worse than the flack
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| My whole life I never thought I’d see a pop star smoke crack
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| And I must admit I was quite shocked
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| With that thing you did with me on my back
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| But, outside in the lobby
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| I shouldn’t have laughed when you slapped that man
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| When you’re a famous boy, it gets really easy to get girls
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| It’s all so easy, you get a bit spoilt
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| So when you try to pull a girl who is also famous too
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| It feels just like when you wasn’t famous
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| You were so much fun
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| I really got to like you more than you liked me
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| I really hoped that you’d stay
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| Considering the amount of prang you’d done
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| You looked amazing on CD: UK
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| You learn dances, do promo, cameras flashing
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| Get in the van and zoom away
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| I wake up high, diss my beat
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| Feel hung over and sorry for my doomed day
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| But I know I got a bit close to you
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| And that you found it fucking boring
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| You taught me so much about how to deal
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| With the fire I’d fallen in
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| And what version of a rumour
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| Would next day be everyone’s story of me
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| You taught me all the realities and turn the page and ignore 'em
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| When you’re a famous boy, it gets really easy to get girls
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| It’s all so easy, you get a bit spoilt
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| So when you try to pull a girl who is also famous too
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| It feels just like when you wasn’t famous
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| Anyway, I had to rest my beer hat
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| Delete my dealer’s number and unroll my bank notes
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| And we were on borrowed time anyway
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| What with the daily toilet papers not knowing
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| And I knew that when the people who thought they knew you
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| When they found out, I would’ve been mocked
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| Which is ironic, 'cause in reality
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| Standing next to you, I look fucking soft
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| Whenever I see you on MTV, I can’t stop my big wide smile
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| And past the children’s appeal, I see the darkness behind
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| We both know the scratches on my back
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| Much better than the alludes and lies
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| I miss the bitching and shouting, but I’m glad I got out in time
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| When you’re a famous boy, it gets really easy to get girls
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| It’s all so easy, you get a bit spoilt
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| So when you try to pull a girl who is also famous too
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| It feels just like when you wasn’t famous
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| «You can’t keep fucking pop stars
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| We’ve got a fucking business to run
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| There are industry repercussions, Michael!»
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| I know |