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She had a facelift to keep her chin up
She was forever feelin' low
Seventeen-ninety-nine from Argos
She had a discount code

He had a Big Ben heart
An only child with a ten-ton aorta
But the pressure, the pressure
Was enough to oxygenate the moon
His mother wanted a daughter
With a face to light up the room

Always chasin' the rapture
They beg you to clap your hands
Make a lot of noise
For the handsome girls and the pretty boys
Hungry for adoration
They beg you to raise your arms
Like you've got a choice
They rule this world so we lift our voice
To the handsome girls and the pretty boys

They met in Knightsbridge but they never hit it off
Their feelings were soft as snow
Bone-dry, sawdust-filled decanters
From Atlanta
They were just for show
They were just for show

Always chasin' the rapture
They beg you to clap your hands
Make a lot of noise
For the handsome girls and the pretty boys
Hungry for adoration
They beg you to raise your arms
Like you've got a choice
They rule this world so we lift our voice
To the handsome girls and the pretty boys

Always chasin' the rapture
They beg you to clap your hands
Make a lot of noise
For the handsome girls and the pretty boys
Hungry for adoration
They beg you to raise your arms
Like you've got a choice
Give in to sin and just rejoice
For the leaders to whom we lift our voice
You better clap your hands
Make a lot of noise
For the handsome girls and the pretty boys

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