| She locks the bedroom door — Lies face down on the bed
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| Hears voices down the hall — are they real or in her head
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| Pictures on the wall — reminders every one
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| Just memories of the past — of a time that’s
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| Been and gone
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| All those wild and crazy nights — they still
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| Dance before her eyes
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| (Those crazy nights — her name in lights)
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| Look at her now the golden days are over
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| Look at her now no leading man to hold her
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| She was one in a million now she’s that
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| Forgotten face
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| Look at her now the golden days are over
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| Applauded by the press — an overnight success
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| A favourite with the fans — had them eating
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| From her hands
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| But stars fall from the sky — in the twinkle
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| Of an eye
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| There’s no more silver screen just another
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| Broken dream
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| Still she strikes a classic pose — just in case
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| The cameras roll
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| (She steals the scene — relieves the dream)
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| Look at her now the golden days are over
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| Look at her now no leading man to hold her
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| She was one in a million now she’s that
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| Forgotten face
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| Look at her now she needs someone to hold her
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| To feed her lines — someone to co-star
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| Someone to shine
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| Look at her now the golden days are over
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| (The golden days are over — they’re over)
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| Look at her now no leading man to hold her
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| (No M. G. M. — no Paramount — no 20th Century)
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| Look at her now the golden days are over
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| (Decline and fall — no curtain call) |