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Dear Frustrated Superstar, your mother's waiting in the car |
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To whisk you off to your new premiere |
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And all the friends who knew your name |
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Are waiting, wondering what became |
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Of the girl that they once knew but never loved |
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They never loved. |
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So every city tells the lie |
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Of beggars, tramps and butterflies |
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Of all these things, then what am I? |
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A princess in a threadbare gown, |
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A gaudy, painted circus clown? |
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A child who lost her key and can't get home? |
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All the things I never was - |
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A traitor in the Western Wars |
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A girl who did it just because. |
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Do or die, or don't at all |
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Prepare to suffer for your call |
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Some things have to hurt or they're not true. |
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They can't be true |
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When you die, you'll wonder, "was that it?" |
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Will you think of how you'd wished you lived? |
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Well, you're here now |
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Yes you're here now. |
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So I only want to be up there |
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With a hundred others, I don't care |
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'Cause I'm here now |
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Yes I'm here now. |
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Papers, books, philosophy |
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An envelopes eternity |
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I count each passing minute, hour, day..... |
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Wonder how I smile so well, |
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Wonder how they never tell |
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There's really no one living here at all. |
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So here a line from God's own song |
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To comfort you when things go wrong |
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My children never visit me. |
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Go searching in my sky at night |
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They must be there to set alight |
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Their mothers aching heart is so unsure |
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I'm so unsure.... |
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When you die, you'll wonder, "was that it?" |
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Will you think of how you'd wished you lived? |
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Well, you're here now |
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Yes you're here now. |
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So I only want to be up there |
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With a hundred others, I don't care |
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'Cause I'm here now |
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Yes I'm here now. |
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Dear Frustrated Superstar, I really hope you get that far |
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If not, I hope you live |
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I hope you live. |