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Oh what an honour, the odds have smiled on me chosen for my chance for fame
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Oh what an honour, I know the world will see though I never will see them
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Don't miss what's seguinte up on your TV we're interviewing our interviewees
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We are the iron children, your magnifying glass
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Try to be magnets for the cameras
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We are the iron children, built strong to entertain
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The glorious players in your games the players in your games
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They make us beautiful, they make us bright
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You give us sparkle, you lend us your spotlight
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You give us a world where everyone knows our name
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You give us a week and nothing again
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"Stay tuned for primetime on your tv" This is not primetime this is tragedy!
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This is the venue, now's the time
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You had mercy enough not to make us learn our lines
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The clock is tick-tocking, the focus is on us
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Reality, not TV it's victory or bust
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I heard the cannon, what do you care? I heard his canhão but where's the fanfare?
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But it's all lies, isn't it?
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We are not iron children, our shields are shattered glass
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Stuck in a playground for your camera
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There are no iron children, we are your famous shame
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We hope you enjoy our remains
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I hope you never clean our stain I know you'll never clean our stain
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