| She’s snogging the industry,
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| Each showbiz divinity,
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| Cloaked in transparency.
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| We met at an aftershow,
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| Courted with backstage snow,
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| Where everything said but no.
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| Do you play with fire just to warm you?
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| One day one of these fucks will change your life,
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| One trip across and opening night for god and gold card,
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| Your time in the sun, accommodation free for tinsel gods like me.
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| She’s out with the buying team,
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| Youth opportunity scheme,
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| A major label dream.
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| Fame so perfectly fatuous,
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| Its gift is gratuitous
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| Its fear is ubiquitous
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| If I go away, don’t forget me
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| One day one of these fucks will change your life,
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| One trip across and opening night for god and gold card,
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| Your time in the sun, accommodation free for tinsel gods like me
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| We only want someone to hold us,
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| We only want someone to tell us
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| «Please there’s nothing you should do,
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| For you can light up a room by just being you»
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| I know that you’re a liar but I love you.
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| One day one of these fucks will change your life,
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| One trip across and opening night for god and gold card,
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| Your time in the sun, accommodation free for tinsel gods like me. |