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I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong
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To crash the critic saying, "Is it right or is it wrong?"
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If only fame had an I.V., baby could I bear

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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, 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, touch
（make it real loud）
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（make it real loud）
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Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch

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（make it real loud）

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Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
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I've overheard your theory "nostalgia's for geeks"
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I guess sir, if you say so, some of us just like to read
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One second I'm a Koons, then suddenly the Koons is me

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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

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Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch

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（make it real loud）
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch

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（make it real loud）
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Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch