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Everybody's a dreamer |
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and everybody's a star |
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and everybody's in movies |
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it doesn't matter who you are |
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There are stars in every city |
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in every house and on every street |
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and if you walk down |
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Hollywood Boulevard |
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Their names are written in concrete |
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Don't step on Greta Garbo |
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as you walk down the Boulevard |
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she looks so weak and fragile |
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that's why se tried to be so hard |
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But they turned her into a princess |
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and they sat her on a throne |
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but she turned her back on stardom |
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because she wanted to be alonoe |
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You can see all the stars as you |
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walk down Hollywood Boulevard |
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some that you recognize |
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some that you hardly even heard of |
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People who worked and suffered |
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and struggled for fame |
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some who succeeded and some |
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who suffered in vain |
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Rudolph Valentino looks |
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very much alive |
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and he's lookin' up ladies' dresses |
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as they sadly pass him by |
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Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi |
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cause he's liable to turn and bite |
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But stand close by Bette Davis |
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because hers was such a lonely life |
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And if you covered him with garbage |
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George Sanders would |
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still have style |
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and if you stamped on Micky Roonie |
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he would still |
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turn around and smile |
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but please don't tread |
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on our dearest Marilyn |
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cause she's not very tough |
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she should have been made |
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of finer steel |
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but she was only made |
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of flesh and blood |
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and you can see all the stars |
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as you walk down |
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Hollywood Boulevard |
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some that you recognize |
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some that you hardly ever heard of |
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people who worked and suffered |
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and struggled for fame |
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some who succeeded and some |
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who suffered in vain |
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Everybody's a dreamer |
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and everybody's a star |
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and everybody's in movies |
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it doesn't matter who you are |
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And those who are successful |
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be always on your guard |
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success walks hand in hand |
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with failure |
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along Hollywood Boulevard |
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I wish my life was a non-stop |
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Hollywood movie show |
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a fantasy world of celluloid |
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villains and heroes |
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because celluloid heroes |
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never feel any pain |
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and celluloid heroes never really die |
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And you can see all the stars |
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as you walk doown |
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Hollywood Boulevard |
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some that you recognize |
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some that you hardly ever heard of |
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people who worked and suffered |
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and struggled for fame |
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some who succeeded and some |
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who suffered in vain |
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La, La, La, La, etc. |
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celluloid heroes never feel any pain |
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and celluloid heroes never really die |
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I wish my life was a non-stop |
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Hollywood movie show |
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a fantasy world of celluloid |
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villains and heroes |
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cause celluloid heroes |
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never feel any pain |
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and celluloid heroes never really die |
