text: A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
  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 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 
  Put your hands up, make em touch 
  Give me that thing that I love 
  Put your hands up, make em touch 
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  Ive overheard your theory Nostalgias for geeks 
  I guess sir, if you say so
  Some of us just like to read 
  One second Im a Koons, then suddenly the Koons is me 
  Pop culture was in art, now art’s in pop culture, in me
  I live for the...
  Turn the lights out
  I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
  Live for the applause-plause
  Live for the way you cheer and scream for me
  The applause, applause, applause
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  A-A
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E 
  Put your hands up, make em touch, touch
  A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E 
  Put your hands up, make em touch, touch