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This is the sequel to the greatest love story ever told The plot is gut wrenching, my intestines test my control They can only know what you tell them But this procession exceeds all expectations Fake your own death Frame your friends with a machine Oh what a scene Fake it like me, become a celebrity 'This' hell is far worse I'm gonna travel to the center of the earth And misery is all I need Just you wait and see Misery is... Just you wait, just you... wait... The plot thickens with every pair of eyes in the back of your neck Like vultures collapsing on a car wreck These arrangements range in color Black and red on the faces of scholars Every key stroke provides a clue I bet you never thought that this would come back to you So come on, come stop playing dead You're the queen of the scene now SongtexteSo come on, come stop playing dead You're the queen of the scene now off with her head Fake it like me, become a celebrity 'This' hell is far worse I'm gonna travel to the center of the earth And misery is all we need Just you wait and see Misery is... Just you wait, just you... wait... The popular kids are the ones who won't be missed THE POPULAR KIDS ARE, THE POPULAR KIDS ARE... The popular kids are the ones who won't be missed THE POPULAR KIDS ARE, THE POPULAR KIDS ARE... So come on, come stop playing dead You're the queen of the scene now So come on, come stop playing dead You're the queen of the scene now off with her head Fake it like me, become a celebrity 'This' hell is far worse I'm gonna travel to the center of the earth And misery is all we need Just you wait and see Misery is... Just you, just you, just you wait and see... Aus Songtexte Mania