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Silver lady, lost in a haze, |
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Rregretting what you are |
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The memory of your claim to fame |
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Is left to bitter stars. |
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It hurts when people let you know |
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You're not a movie star |
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It's harder now than yesterday, |
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As the lines begin to show. |
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Waiting, crazy hotel lady, |
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To try and get some wine, |
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Waiting for the elevator |
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To take you to your blind. |
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Silver shoes and see-through blues |
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Hit me right between the eyes. |
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Cocktail bars, straight-edge cars, |
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Are your dreams come true. |
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Tomorrow shouldn't know it, |
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But now it's showin' through and through. |
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It hurts when people let you know |
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That you're not a movie star. |