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Vivid dreams of the princess and king
Overfilled with laughing
Laughing about lil 'ol, lil 'ol me
Then one day, you called me your sweet baby
And I was just thinking
In my case, I would be the first to know
Baby, I’m giving you six tries, you fucked on my fingers
That’s five more tries than I wish I ever gave you, ever gave you
Sitting on my knees thinking why, you fed me all your lies
You know you didn’t need em, boy, I would’ve just forgave you, forgave you
Now you’re fucked up and you’re run down
But I still wish that you were driving by my side of town
No more wishing on your gold heart or your gold stars
Now you’re so far and I kinda like it that way
Are you still there? Are you still there?
Finally, the truth was exposed and
Now we are so strong again
Stronger than, stronger than we ever could be
But of course, there was more to the story
In all your shady glory
You lied again, when will all the agony end?
Now I’m feeling so heartless, don’t know why I’m like this
You got me on your leash and I don’t know why I’m not choking, I’m just broken
I feel I should walk out the door, you don’t want me no more
I know that I can’t have you but I know that I still want you, I still want you
Now you’re fucked up and you’re run down
But I still wish that you were driving by my side of town
No more wishing on your gold heart or your gold stars
Now you’re so far and I kinda like it that way
You ate my doll heart
I want a restart
You kept me in the dark
You ate my doll heart
I want a restart
You kept me in the dark
Now you’re fucked up and you’re run down
But I still wish that you were driving by my side of town
No more wishing on your gold heart or your gold stars
Now you’re so far and I kinda like it that way
Right here we have Johnny Gold Heart, Hollywood’s golden boy
How are you feeling on set today?
How do you relate to your character?
Mr. Gold Heart!
Mr. Gold Heart!
Mr. Gold Heart!
Look at the cameras
Johnny, forget about the paparazzi
Go back on set and lie your little heart out
Will do, sir
Oh, wait, that is Luna
My angel is calling
Hang up
But why?
Hang up
You can’t have girls like Luna dragging you down
Just lie and say you’re working
You should know how to do that
You’re a fucking actor
But, sir
But nothing! You’ll make good bucks in Hollywood with that pretty little face
of yours
You can get a girl who is not carrying so much damn baggage
Now, excuse me, we have to go
Get out of our way, bitches
Mr. Gold Heart!
Mr. Gold Heart!
Mr. Gold Heart!
Look at the cameras
I’m your number one fan
I’m your number one fan
Are you single?
Is there a special someone in your life?
Tell us about your movie
We deserve answers
I love you, johnny!
What do you have to say to your fans?
And, Johnny, for the record
Angels don’t exist