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Close up Camera One,

 The hero sings in this scene

 The boy that gets the girl gets to go home where they get married

But stop the tape,

 The sunset still looks fake to me

 The hero looks like he can't breathe,

 The damsel just left everything

 You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks,

 And you're gonna burn the city down right now

Whoa, whoa

 You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks,

 And you're gonna burn the city down right now

Whoa, whoa

 Oh, close up Camera Two

 `Cause the hero dies in this scene

 Your inspiration is the loss of absolutely everything

 And flashback on the girl,

 As we montage every memory

 And we bleed out in the bathroom sink,

 And we fade out as the soundtrack sings

 You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks

 And you're gonna burn the city down right now

Whoa, whoa (yeah)

 You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks

 And you're gonna burn the city down right now

Whoa, whoa

 She said get your hands off of my star,

It's not your part but all your fault

 And this jealous actress has a habit,

Of making things sound way too tragic

Get your hands off of my star,

It's not your part but all your fault

 And this jealous actress has a habit,

 Of making things sound way too tragic

 And this jealous actress has a habit,

Of making things sound way too tragic

 Oh, this jealous actress has a habit,

Of making things sound way too tragic

 You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks

 You're gonna burn the city down right now

Whoa, whoa

 You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks

 And you're gonna burn the city down right now

Whoa, whoa

 You're like a black cat with a black back pack full of fireworks

 And you're gonna burn the city down right now

Whoa, whoa

 And this jealous actress has a habit,

Whoa

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