| It was the opening night of a Rock 'n Roll travelling show
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| And they all were there, I mean the faces everybody knows
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| As the long limbed beauty left the long black limousine
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| The floor was wet as if the devil had prepared the scene
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| A high heel cracks and over she goes
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| We got away with it, they’ll never catch us anyway
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| We had the best of it, kids today well they just don’t know…
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| Hey you remember him, he was the face of '78
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| He drove a pink sports car straight through his manager’s gate
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| Yeah the alarms went off, but just a little bit too late
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| As his tyres dug deeper through the lawns of the great estate
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| He drove into the pool and he couldn’t escape, no
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| He got away with it, frogmen and cranes raised his legend high
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| They made a song of it, feed the fish to close — you die
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| You gotta go for it, someone will always tell you no
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| Fly in the face of it, showbiz folks always put on a show…
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| Living the high life — big time
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| Living outside the law
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| Living the bright light — high time — that’s what living’s for…
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| He was a rock god adonis in the big hotel
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| Where they partied all night, every night a different girl
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| Yeah the drugs came in, the money went out, nobody really cared
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| When the candle fell over and the flames lit his bleach blond hair
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| The dude slept through it as the fireball flared. |
| yeah
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| We got away with it, sometimes I stop just to reminisce
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| Right in the thick of it, lips pursed waiting for stardom’s kiss
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| We love the smell of it, the fame and fortune is our goal
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| Selfish and spoilt by it, days lived hard slowly taking their toll
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| We got away with it, I got some stories I can’t tell
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| But hey there’s a book in it, human suffering always sells
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| Always sells… |