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They're DwaitiAng to Dhate yAou So gDive theAm an excEuse [this repeats for all verses]
GHats off to my dDistant hope AI'm held back by a velvet rope GAnd he's behind the wDall the smoke maAchine has made between us GAnd if he does exist, if Dcamera clicking, green room guests swirl Around the man whose real life can be toGuched GThen I will do just that much [this repeats for the next stanza]