| Billy’s been driving all night, he’s got a dream
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| Wants to live up on the big screen
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| And just like Jimmy Dean, he’s got his jacket on
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| And his hair combed just right
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| But there’s a hundred just like him and audition night is tonight
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down, on what’s left of this faketown
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| Rosemary’s driving downtown
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| On something that she heard from some talent scout
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| She’s been working all day
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| So she’d pay for those pictures to be done up in the right way
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| And it was such a shame, when he said that she was just another pretty face
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| He said no one ever gets nowhere, without shaking it here or there
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| Honey, life ain’t fair
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down, on what’s left of this faketown
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| This faketown
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| Well you can fix your face
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| You can fix your hair
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| You can fix your body, with this needle here
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| And watch them walk around, like a pack of wolves
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| And they’ll tell you, you ain’t good enough
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| That it ain’t your fault
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| They say it ain’t your time
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| But you just weren’t cut out, for the big time
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| Now don’t you try, to be yourself
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| 'Cause things like that, they never sell
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| And I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down
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| I wish the walls would come down, on what’s left of this faketown, faketown
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| This faketown, this faketown
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| This faketown, this faketown
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| This faketown, this faketown
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| This faketown, this faketown
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| Dreary eyes can read and know in the dark
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| Each street, it’s sign says faketown…
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| And if ever his heart understood
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| Next stop Hollywood (???) down by this faketown
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| He’s drivin' his broken wheels, fallin' heels
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| But he kept tellin' me it’ll be alright, if she calls |