| Kate’s in a state again
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| Her cry for help’s in vain
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| But they keep on taking her picture
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| She’s been a waif a while
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| And the press is vile
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| Maybe that’s why the boyfriend ditched her
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| Late for her shoot again
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| Lines on her mirror pane
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| No, the ending won’t be pretty
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| She left the club tonight
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| The cameras flashed so bright
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| And her fame seemed so urban and gritty
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| So nervous and she’s lacking
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| Her confidence sent packing
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| Just beta blocker popping
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| She’s a model disgrace
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| So nervous and she’s lacking
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| Her confidence sent packing
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| Just beta blocker popping
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| She’s completely off her face
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| Kate’s in a state again
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| She played the fashion game
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| But it’s too late, it’s far too late
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| To make her change her ways
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| Is that the price of fame?
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| Can’t alter fate, Kate’s in a state
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| Came from a council estate
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| With a fresh new face
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| And the whole world at her feet
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| They saw naïvety
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| Her vulnerability
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| Gave her all the drugs
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| She could ever wanna eat
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| So now her pain has gone
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| But it won’t be long
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| Replaced by someone
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| Younger, more pretty
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| When the drugs help her hide
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| But made her vomit outside
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| Her exit left, a stain on this city
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| «Take a line, get the look»
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| «Take a line, get the look»
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| «Take a line, get the look»
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| «Get the look, the fashion look»
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| Kate’s in a state again
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| She played the fashion game
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| But it’s too late, it’s far too late
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| To make her change her ways
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| Is that the price of fame?
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| Can’t alter fate Kate’s in a state
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| Kate’s in a state again
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| She played the fashion game
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| But it’s too late, it’s far too late
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| To make her change her ways
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| Is that the price of fame?
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| Can’t alter fate, but it’s killed Kate |