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Corina lyrics
You're too vain, you're insane
You think the world will stop turning 'cause you ain't around
Blind eyes, cheap lines you got the whole band playing
But you don't hear the sound
Your venom pen will never poison me
I won't be sticking round that long
Corina, what's this talk of glory
Between the sheets in halls of fame
Corina, just a hard luck story
Bratpack fever running through your brain
Your fast cars, rock stars, you were seen at the party
But you weren't even there
False name, the same game somebody's minding your business
You don't even care
You think it's all some kind of circus ride
You think that someone's keeping score
Corina, what's this talk of glory
Between the sheets in halls of fame
Corina, just a hard luck story
Bratpack fever running through your brain
Corina, what's this talk of glory
Between the sheets in halls of fame
Corina, just a hard luck story
Bratpack fever running through your brain
Corina, what's this talk of glory
Between the sheets in halls of fame
Corina, just a hard luck story
Bratpack fever running through your brain
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