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We'll have beautiful children but they won't talk to the press Oh, they'll be photogenic as hell, but terminally depressed We'll auction their hair off for cancer patients, the blogs will be impressed We'll make the worst records of our career and let the nanny do the rest I think I'm making a comeback, I couldn't have done it without you there I think I'm signing a contract to play telethons and county fairs And I'm ready to make the commitment You can come along for the ride We'll go on tour, and blow off shows And make every single one of our fans cry I'll get my guitar out of hock; we can share it, we won't need two Eventually the kids will eventually wonder why Daddy's lips are perpetually blue And we'll laugh, we'll remind them that kids are good P.R We'll make out on the VMA's and make ourselves really big stars I think I'm making a comeback, I couldn't have done it without you there I think I'm signing a contract to play telethons and county fairs And I'm ready to make the commitment You can come along for the ride We'll go on tour, and we'll blow off shows And make every single one of our fans cry out that we're calculated We'll make them cry against their mother's breast Well, who needs happiness when you've got indie cred? I think I'm making a comeback, I couldn't have done it without you there I think I'm signing a contract to play telethons and county fairs But I'm ready to make the commitment You can come along for the ride We'll go on tour, and we'll blow off shows And make every single one of our fans cry
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- Marc With a C