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I stand here wait your ing for you to bang the for gong.

To crash the critic saying, "Is it right or is it wrong?"

If only fame had an IV,

den baby, could I bear

being away from you.

I found the vein, put it in here.

I live for the applause, applause,

applause. I live for the applause,

plause. Live for the applause, plause.

Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me.

The applause, applause, applause.

Give me that thing that I love,

I'll turn the lights on.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch.

Make it real loud.

Give me that thing that I love,

I'll turn the lights on.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch.

Make it real loud.

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real Put your hands up, make 'em touch,

touch. APPLAUSMake E.

real Put your hands up, make 'em touch,

touch. I've overheard your theory:

Nostalgia is for geeks.

I guess, sir, if you say so,

some of us just like to read.

One second I'm a Koons, then sud denly the Koons is me.

Pop culture was an art, now art's a pop culture in me.

I live for the applause, applause,

applause. I live for the applause,

plause. Live for the applause, plause.

Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me.

The applause, applause, applause.

Give me that thing that I love,

I'll turn the lights on.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch.

Make it real loud.

Give me that thing that I love,

I'll turn the lights on.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch.

Make it real loud.

APPLAU SMake it real loud.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch,

touch. APPLAUSMake it real loud.

Put your hands up, make 'em touch,

touch. Put your hands up, make 'em touch,

touch. Ooh, touch,

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touch, touch, ooh,

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I live for the apPut your hands up,

make 'em touch,

touch. ARTPOP.