| Me amis
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| We went to Hollywood
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| Just like we always thought we would
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| To be stars in our school play
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| Showed up as expected
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| At all the right places
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| Met Michael, Stevie, Donna
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| Saw all their pretty faces
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| They smiled we had so much to say
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| I tried to teach them by phone
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| (Hello, hello)
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| But they’re never home (oh, no)
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| They’re incommunicado
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| Might as well be living on Mars
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| So incommunicado
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| Tryin' to get through to the stars
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| We’d never end up living incognito
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| It’s a game we never played before
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| Their old cars and original hair colours
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| Now we like to see the cameras flashin'
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| People stop an' stare an' watch us pashin'
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| From one appearance to another
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| You can’t reach us by phone
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| (Hello, hello)
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| Cause we’re never at home (oh, no)
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| We’re inncommunicado
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| Might as well be living on Mars
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| So inncommunicado
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| Tryin' to get through to the stars
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| And that’s so very far away
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| You can’t get no time of day
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| It’s like a rainbow
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| No, you can’t reach them by phone
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| (Hello, hello)
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| But they’re never home (oh, no)
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| They’re incommunicado
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| Might as well be living on Mars
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| So incommunicado
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| Tryin' to get through to the stars
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| Repeat the last verse and fade |