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A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong
To crash the critic saying is it right or is it wrong
If only fame had an IV baby could I bear
Being away from you; I found the vein put it in here
I live for the
I live for the i live for the
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
The lights on)
Put your hands up make 'em touch
It real loud
Give me that thing that I love
The lights on
Put your hands up make 'em touch
It real loud
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up make 'em touch touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up make 'em touch touch
I've overheard your theory
Nostalgia's for geeks
I guess sir if you say so
Some of us just like to read
One second I'm a kunst
Then suddenly the kunst is me
Pop culture was in art
Now art's in 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
The lights on
Put your hands up make 'em touch
It real loud
Give me that thing that I love
The lights on
Put your hands up make 'em touch
It real loud
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up make 'em touch touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up make 'em touch touch
Touch touch
Touch touch