| I know a place where the hearts dont break
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| The reality is scripted and the boobs are fake
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| The smell of success is sold like inscents
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| And pump through the vents of your mercedes-benz
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| And all my friends are almost famous
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| Making sex tapes to get on the a-list
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| Trynna get their faces on the tabloid pages
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| So they can get paid to party in vegas
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| And rehab and then its off to rehab and a 22 million dollar malibu beach pad
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| I seen that the ways these girls on the scene that
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| When they first show up
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| Trynna blow up you know what these little girls better grow up
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| Before they sniff and spend all their dough up
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| O.D. |
| choke on they throw up
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| In the hotel california
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| I know a little place we can go right down the road
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| The lights are always on
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| The bar is never closed
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| I know a little place we can go right down the road
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| But nothing good is free
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| It’ll cost you your heart and your soul
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| I know a place on the sunset strip
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| Where all the beautiful ladies like to undress quick
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| And if you gotta nice whip
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| And come pick up the check |
| You can get your dick wet by a young rocket
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| Sex money and fame in los angeles
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| Its a place where a pretty face get you access
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| To the access of the young and the reckless
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| Another scratch on the bumper of my lexus
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| New kid in town is the next big thing
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| And she sing like a bird if your pitch corrected
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| Little pop star headed for the top now
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| In the fast lane with the top down
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| Too late for the brakes cant stop now
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| Wild child call for your mom now
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| Screamin' out there’s no place like home
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| And then she spend another night alone
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| I know a little place we can go right down the road
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| The lights are always on
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| The bar is never closed
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| I know a little place we can go right down the road
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| But nothing good is free
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| It’ll cost you your heart and your soul
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| Its ashame how the money and fame
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| Gotta pretty young thang goin' out with a bang
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| Gettin' used up so beat and bruised up
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| The same ol' shit come later come sooner
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| Nuthin' new just a diferent case
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| She dissappeared in a year no sign no trace
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| Got caught up in the pace leather and lace |
| Got addicted after just one taste
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| She made an entrance lit up the place
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| With a thousand flashes goin' off in her face
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| She couldn’t take it the fame stripped her naked
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| Taken over by the need to make it
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| Sleepin' with the agents to get a start
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| Sleepin' with directors to get the part
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| Sleepin' pills and alcohol
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| I seen it all in the valley of the dogs
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| I know a little place we can go right down the road
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| The lights are always on
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| The bar is never closed
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| I know a little place we can go right down the road
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| But nothing good is free
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| It’ll cost you your heart and your soul |