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Andy Warhol Was Right

Twisted little daydreams, memories with pain

Locking me behind the closet door

I will be a good boy, promise, I won't run

Sit quite in my room, playing with my toy gun

Now I'm older but the memories still eat me like disease

Alone in the darkness, watching you on my TV

Why did God make you so famous, when he only spit on me?I want to bathe in your light

I want to be on the news

If I take your life, it's nothing personal

Just a boy and his toy gun dying for attentionSitting on the steps, the sun is sinking low

The world gets very quiet as the street lamps start to glow

I step out and I raise my gun, time just seems to slow

For a moment, I can see myself trapped in your reflection

I'm angry and I'm lonely and I'm dying for attentionI want to bathe in your light

I want to be on the news

If I take your life, it's nothing personal

Just a boy and his toy gun dying for attentionDying for attention

Mama

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