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Color me pathetic, call me what you will Making sense of static just to pay the bills Another Friday night under hot spot lights It's over, it's over Do you want to do it just to make the grade Do you want to do it to get paid Do you want to do it for love Or just to get laid, just to get yourself laid Oh, so it seems that all of your dreams Have turned out for the worst You're wearing your heart on your sleeve And now its such a curse We're at the point, We're at the point Where nothing that you say matters much anyway Anymore It doesn't matter what you say or do It's the same old theme With the same old views I'm at the point Giving into stardom and it's fleeting taste You're given 15 minutes and its such a waste Another famous fraud with a pretty face It's over, it's over What does it matter anyway From Letras Mania