| One day she got off the train
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| Tired but full of confidence
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| Suitcase in hand, she walked through neon-lit streets
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| Young and pretty undefeated
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| she believed
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| That the city will soon lie at her feet
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| The hotel she moved into
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| Was shabby though
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| But she didn't have much money
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| She just had to go to the window
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| Then she saw the splendor of the big world
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| She would go to the theater manager in the morning
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| And apply to him and turn his head
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| Big city lights colorful and glaring on dirty asphalt
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| City lights conjure up dreams
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| For which one pays dearly
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| Big city lights colorful and glaring on dirty asphalt
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| City lights conjure up dreams
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| For which one pays dearly
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| She auditioned at the theater
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| She was told
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| We'll call her again
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| But soon she didn't know anymore
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| How to pay her rent
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| And that's why she sometimes came home with strange men
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| The way up leads through the dirt
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| She would free herself
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| Big city lights colorful and glaring on dirty asphalt
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| City lights conjure up dreams
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| For which one pays dearly
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| Big city lights colorful and glaring on dirty asphalt
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| City lights conjure up dreams
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| For which one pays dearly
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| Her name on the front page of the newspaper with her picture
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| She realized too late
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| It's better not to play theater with strangers
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| On the mirror was written with lipstick:
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| Wait, soon I'll be a star!
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| She lay in front of it and couldn't say more
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| What happened!
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| Big city lights colorful and glaring on dirty asphalt
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| City lights conjure up dreams
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| For which one pays dearly
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| Big city lights colorful and glaring on dirty asphalt
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| City lights conjure up dreams
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| For which one pays dearly |