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I pull out of the driveway and head out on the highway |
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And I can see them in my rear view mirror |
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Hangin' out the window snappin' a shot of me |
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And so I pull into the fast lane |
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Nobody's getting past me and |
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I can hear the helicopters comin' |
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Drivin' down the street is such a pain in the ass for me |
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And God, I wanna know why |
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Whoever said it was painless, should try and be famous |
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And know that |
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I'm just livin' life but nothin's for free |
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Let's see what they say first front page of the papers |
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Some days |
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I find that even |
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I don't wanna be me |
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Just tryin' to be me, why don't they leave me the hell alone? |
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And so I'm hangin' out on |
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Melrose, watchin' all the girls go by |
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Then a hottie spots me sippin' on tequila, so happy to be alone |
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No need to call the |
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Paparazzi 'cause they've already got me |
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Everybody's got a cellphone camera |
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Walkin' down the street is such a pain in the ass for me |
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And God, I wanna know why |
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Whoever said it was painless should try and be famous |
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And know that |
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I'm just livin' life but nothin's for free |
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Let's see what they say first front page of the papers |
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Some days |
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I find that even |
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I don't wanna be me |
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Just tryin' to be me, just tryin' to be me, just tryin' to be me |
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Why don't they leave me the hell alone? |
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And God, I wanna know oh |
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God I wanna know why |
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Whoever said it was painless should try and be famous |
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And know that |
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I'm just livin' life but nothin's for free |
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Let's see what they say first, front page of the papers |
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Some days |
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I find that even |
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I don't wanna be me |
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Whoever said it was painless, should try and be famous |
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And know that |
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I'm just livin' life but nothin's for free |
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Let's see what they say first, front page of the papers |
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Some days |
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I find that even |
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I don't wanna be me |
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Just tryin' to be me, just tryin' to be me, just tryin' to be me |
