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Stars |
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They come and go. They come fast, they come slow |
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Like the last light of the sun - all in ablaze. |
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And all you see is glory but it gets lonely there |
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When there's no one here to share. |
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We can shake it away if you hear a story. |
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People lust for fame like athletes in a game. |
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We break our collarbones and come up swinging. |
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Some of us are downed, some of us are crowned |
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Lost and never found. |
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And the ones who gave the crown |
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Have been let down and |
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Try to make amends without defending. |
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Stars |
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The come and go. Coming fast, coming slow |
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Like the last light of the sun - all in ablaze. |
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And all you see is glory. |
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But most have seen it all. |
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We live our lives in sad cafe's and music halls |
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Always with a story. |
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Stars |
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They come and go. Coming fast, coming slow |
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Like the last light of the sun - all in ablaze. |
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And all you see is glory. |
