| Every night I lie awake
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| Dreaming of my big break
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| I just gotta act and dance and sing
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| 'Cause I only ever wanted one thing
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| I wanna be a pre-teen Hollywood trainwreck
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| A cautionary tale
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| I want the kind of fame
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| That’ll warp my brain
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| And eventually land me in jail
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| I want to sue my parents for emancipation
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| When they’re caught stealing from me
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| I want to be on the set
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| Of The Walking Dead
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| When I lose my virginity
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| I want to be a child star
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| It’s gonna be bad
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| Child star
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| It’s gonna be sad
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| Oh, yeah
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| Childhood is overrated
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| I’m ready for mine to end
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| I want to have agents and assistants
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| Instead of actual friends
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| I’ll be abusive and emotionally stunted
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| But everyone will tolerate me
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| They’ll have no choice
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| Because my face and my voice
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| Will make them so much money
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| I want to have a teenage Hollywood meltdown
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| Be a pop-culture casualty
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| I want a bunch of addictions
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| To illegal prescriptions
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| And completely lose touch with reality
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| I want to squander everything I’ve worked for
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| And spiral out of control
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| I want to wake up in Van Nuys
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| With a bunch of sketchy guys
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| Whom I’ve never even met before
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| I want to be a child star
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| Who are you guys?
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| Child star
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| Can I have some more money?
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| Oh baby, I’ve hit rock bottom. |
| I can’t live like this. |
| It’s time to get my act
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| together. |
| Re-focus on my passion
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| (sung)
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| I want to be a desperate Hollywood has-been
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| A classic «Where are they now?»
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| I’ll try to clean up my act
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| And get my agent back
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| And salvage my reputation somehow
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| I’ll do a lot of community service
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| And apologize to Meryl Streep
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| I want to be that former child star
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| That you see in bars
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| And say, «Hey, there’s that bloated, bankrupt Hollywood creep!»
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| Child star! |