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Text: Lily Allen. The Fear.

I wanna be rich and I want lots of money
I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds
I heard people die, while they are trying to find them

I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
‘Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner

[Chorus]:
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear
[End chorus]

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars in cussing each other
But it doesn’t matter 'cause I’m packed in plastic
and that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
and its not my fault - it’s how I’m programmed to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track yeah we're on to a winner

[Chorus]
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cuz I’m being taken over by The Fear
[End chorus]

[Bridge]
Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I’m killing 'em all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint, but I’m not a sinner
Now everything's cool as long as I’m getting thinner

[Chorus]
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
When do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cause I’m being taken over by The Fear

[Music until end]