| When I was young and stupid, my love left to be a rock-and-roll star.
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| He told me, «Please don’t worry,»
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| Wise little smile that spoke so safely.
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| He booked a one-way ticket
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| Out west, that’s where they make it.
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| Six kids stuck in a bedsit
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| to sun swept poolside riches.
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| He met a girl who wore Versace, pink feathered coats, and jumbo jewelry.
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| Gonna be a hoop phenomenon,
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| He’s gonna be Hakeem Olajuwan.
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| He’s got a gold Camaro,
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| He said over the payphone.
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| I try to keep my cool but,
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| My life turns in slow motion.
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| Bye bye baby blue,
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| I wish you could see the wicked truth.
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| Caught up in a rush, it’s killing you.
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| Screaming at the sun you blow into.
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| Curled up in a grip when we were us.
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| Fingers in a fist like you might run.
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| I settle for a ghost I never knew,
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| Super paradise I held onto.
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| But I settle for a ghost.
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| When I was from N.O.L.A.,
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| no one left to be a rock-and-roll star.
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| He’d stay and treat his lady,
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| Give everything to his new baby.
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| I miss him, don’t you blame me.
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| That boy went stone-cold crazy.
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| Caught up in camera lust, he’s
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| Chasing that pappy pipe dream.
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| I know you don’t but I…
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| I know you don’t but I still try.
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| My thunder shook him down.
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| My thunder came and shook him down.
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| That girl is gone but I…
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| That girl is gone but I still try.
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| I think it’s over now.
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| The bullet hit but maybe not.
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| I feel so f*cking numb.
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| It hits my head and I feel numb.
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| My body’s looking wrong.
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| My body’s looking wrong.
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| My body’s looking wrong.
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| Bye bye baby blue,
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| I wish you could see the wicked truth.
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| Caught up in a rush, it’s killing you.
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| Screaming at the sun you blow into.
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| Curled up in a grip when we were us.
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| Fingers in a fist like you might run.
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| I settle for a ghost I never knew.
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| Super paradise I held onto.
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| But I settle for a ghost. |