| She drove a long way through the night
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| From an urban neighborhood
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| She left her mother in a fight
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| For a dream misunderstood
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| And her friends they talk on corners
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| They could never comprehend
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| But there was always something different
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| In the way she held a stare
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| And the pictures that she painted
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| Were of glamor and of flair
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| And her boyfriend through he loved her
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| Knew he couldn’t quite fulfill
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| He could never meet her there
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| She’s never gonna be like the one before
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| She read it in her stars that there’s something more
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| No matter what it takes, no matter how she breaks
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| She’ll be the Queen of Hollywood
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| And the cynics they will wonder
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| What’s the difference with this dream
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| And the dreams of countless others
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| All believing in TV
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| They see their hand prints in a sidewalk
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| Flashing cameras on the scene
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| And a shining limousine
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| She’s never gonna be like the one before
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| She read it in her stars that there’s something more
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| No matter what it takes, no matter how she breaks
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| She’ll be the Queen of Hollywood
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| She’s believing in a dream |