| Stars, they come and go
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| They come fast or slow
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| They go like the last light of the sun
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| All in a blaze
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| And all you see is glory
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| Hey, but it gets lonely there
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| When there’s no one here to share
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| We can shake it away
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| If you’ll hear a story
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| People lust for fame
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| Like athletes in a game
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| We break our collarbones and come up swinging
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| Some of us are downed
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| Some of us are crowned
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| And some are lost and never found
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| But most have seen it all
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| They live their lives in sad cafes and music halls
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| They always come up singing
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| Stars, they come and go
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| They come fast or slow
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| They go like the last light of the sun
|
| All in a blaze
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| And all you see is glory
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| But most have seen it all
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| They live their lives in sad cafes and music halls
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| They always have a story
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| Some make it when they’re young
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| Before the world has done its dirty job
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| And later on, someone will say
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| «You've had your day
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| You must make way»
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| But they’ll never know the pain
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| Of living with a name you’ve never owned
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| Or the many years forgetting what you know too well
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| Some make it when they’re old
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| Perhaps they have a soul they’re not afraid to bare
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| Or perhaps there’s nothing there
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| Stars, they come and go
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| They come fast, they come slow
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| They go like the last light of the sun
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| All in a blaze
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| And all you see is glory
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| But most have seen it all
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| They live their lives in sad cafes and music halls
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| They always have a story |