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In Fiction When The Camera S Off

you now, You'd be burning up, Shaking at my hands, Breath in sync as part of me, Hours fall like autumn leaves.. Till morning comes, When the camera's off

eighty-three, makin this fast buck Act up and get broken when I'm open like a Mack truck Slammin ya on camera like Gamera it's iller Cause you never knew

Who needs lobotomy when we've got the ITV? Who needs ECT when there's good old BBC? Switch on the set, light up the screen, Fantasise and dream about

Feeling When Im Chilling With My Aunt Jackie The Type Of Music When You Use To Make Your Aunt Happy The Type Of Sound These Young Ins Don't Know It's

man should have all that power The clock's tickin, I just count the hours Stop trippin, I'm trippin off the power 'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours

eyes when you realize that you're blinded by the sight of your name in neon ligths it reads show stopper, so make it happen, lights camera action! Lets start it off

What's goin' on? [Incomprehensible] What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's

man since eighty-three, makin' this fast buck Act up and get broken when I'm open like a Mack truck Slammin' ya on camera like Gamera it's iller 'Cause

Add one more kill to raise your worth It's so sad, cause it's all the truth you have Trade breath for gold There's no Armageddon when banks are there