The Diplomat's Son

I fucking wish I could do this, anything Dizzy is spectacular.

Fake fake fake yeah what you're made of
You talk and nobody cares, listens, wants to hear you
You're wrong there's no use, no point
We have our opinions, that's it
The end.
You've done it, made it, sucks sorry
It's your fault fault fault
Fuck fuck fuck
Think you have what it takes
No chance, never ever
Start the show
Walk with the music you hear, "dun dun dun"
They all end the same, we know
Pushing, screaming, kicking
To the top top top
They'll see
We see
You'll see
Maybe.

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