| You are just like in a magazine
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| Front cover stuff now you’re a scream
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| Posed in such a careful way
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| There is nothing you can’t do
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| You think you have seen it all
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| Got pictures hanging on your wall
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| Fame is nothing new to you
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| But the good old days is through
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| You’re rundown now out of time
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| Don’t want to hear the same old line
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| C’mon now my little friend
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| Don’t you know now that this is the end
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| Come on
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| Call up the chaueffer and the hire car
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| Down the west end to your favorite bar
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| Talk is going to save you life
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| Before the pills can go too far
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| You’re lost in a masquerade
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| Old girls live on they never fade
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| Fame is nothing new to you
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| But the good old days is through.
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| You’re rundown, you’re out of time
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| Don’t want to hear that same old line
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| C’mon now my little friend
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| Don’t you know now that this is the end
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| Call up you managers & your friends
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| No one wants to see you but they pretend
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| You yeah you’re such a star
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| And we all live for you
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| Night time don’t wanna be alone
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| So find yourself a crowd until the dawn
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| Fame is nothing new to you
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| But the good old days is through
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| You’re rundown now out of time
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| Don’t want to hear that same old line
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| C’mon now my little friend
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| Don’t you know now that this is the end
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| Yeah |