| I’m gonna drive my car
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| Take a trip, I’m heading for L.A.
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| Gonna shine like a star
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| The sidewalk and the streets will bear my name
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| So change your hair, change your face
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| You’ve got to win this human race
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| 'Cause in the end, all the world was not your stage
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| You were it’s girl
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| In Hollywood
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| You gotta do what they say
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| 'Cause they know how to take you to the top
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| But they all can’t agree
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| If your note sustains or if it stops
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| So lighten up, and lose some weight
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| 'Cause after all they hold your fate
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| I hope that I have what it takes
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| To be the picture they create
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| Of Hollywood
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| I’m climbing the charts
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| To number one
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| Are we having fun yet?
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| So what do you think
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| Of what you see?
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| Can you validate me?
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| Can you validate me?
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| So when I’m old and out of touch
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| Will you keep me, pick me up?
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| Although it’s lonely at the top
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| It’s much more lonesome when you drop.
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| So change your hair, change your face
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| You’ve got to win this human race
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| 'Cause in the end, all the world was not your stage
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| You were it’s girl
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| In Hollywood
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| I hope there’s something more than Hollywood
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| There’s got to be much more than Hollywood
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| I hope there’s something more than Hollywood
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| There’s got to be much more than Hollywood |