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    I wear my patent leather shoes
    And my golden fleeces,
    A feather in my hair for you
    And then I fall to pieces

    At your celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh)
    Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh)
    Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh)
    Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh, oh)
    Celebrate you.

    We're quiet as two mannequins
    Feasting on silences.
    We wait for Christmas to begin
    To see the cracking faces.
    I tip my glass a toast to you,
    The blood spills on the carpet

    At your celebration (oh-oh, oh-oh)
    Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh)
    Celebration (Oh-oh, Oh-oh)
    Celebrate you.

    And in the dream you held a gun;
    You killed off all who hurt you
    And left me there the only one
    Who would not dare desert you.
    I'm safe here growing in the shade,
    Away from all your brightness.
    I lost my innocence today
    When I learned how to write this.

    Tonight my nightgown is in knots.
    I toss and turn in your honor.
    I'll never know just what I've got
    As long as you're my father.
    And I'll keep searching here for you,
    I'll clean out every corner.

    It's not my fault.
    It's not my fault. (celebrate you)
    It's not my fault. (celebrate you)
    It's not my fault. (celebrate you)
    It's not my fault.

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