| A little girl’s dream world with ribbons and long curls
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| Reflections of yesterday’s past
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| Now headlines and foot lights
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| The hours of long nights keep everything
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| Moving so fast
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| It’s taken a long time
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| And she’s walked a thin line
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| The fame and fortune arrived
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| She kept on striving
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| Way of surviving
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| Until part of those dreams came alive
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| And she wishes she looks like
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| They tell her she looks like all the time
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| What she’d give just to feel like
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| She tells them she’s feeling
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| Just fine
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| All that money she makes every night
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| Ain’t as much as it seems
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| A dollar a wrinkle and less than a nickel a dream
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| Her heart may be breaking
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| But she keeps on taking
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| What she thought she wanted way back when
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| It’s too late to change her
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| There’s always a stranger
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| To tell her she’s someone again
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| Nickel a dream
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| Nickel dreams |