| Shooting stars
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| Gilded age
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| Yeah just spill your dreams to me
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| And we just hide away
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| You can stay
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| If you believe
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| Just a leap of faith across
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| A busy boulevard of broken dreams
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| And I dream about her even though I never should
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| Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood
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| And I would ride into the sunset if I could
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| Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood
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| So slow to fade
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| Check all the hip
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| Across the street
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| Taking turns unlocking doors
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| To fame by proximity
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| Golden dreams
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| Flow like water
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| And the water always wins
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| For good or bad once you let it in
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| Don’t you cry
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| On Oscar night
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| Lifted up from Mother Earth
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| To find her elusive smile
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| You can’t buy
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| Authentic vibe
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| But you can check out all the detours
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| On the 405
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| You can stay
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| If you believe
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| But spinning gold is never easy
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| When shooting stars are your dreams
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| Up in the sky
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| A star’s just a star
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| But funny thing when looking up
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| It seems to follow you wherever you are
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| And I dream about her even though I never should
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| Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood
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| Yeah I would ride into the sun like Clint Eastwood
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| Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood, Miss Hollywood
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| So slow to fade
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| So slow to fade
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| So slow to fade
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| So slow to fade
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| So slow to fade |