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It really doesn't matter if he suffered all he claims |
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You know he started somewhere and he found his way to fame |
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And feeding on the lonely crowd, he finally belongs |
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A power by the microphone he sings his troubled songs |
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He's a star |
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No one can tell him anymore |
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He'll ride as far |
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As the road can go |
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And what it costs, he oughta know |
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He said he'd do it |
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He's a star |
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They're hangin' on his music as it fills the concert hall |
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And he's teasin' them with moments, when you think he'll give it all |
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But he's holdin' back the total, 'cause that's how he works the spell |
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Yeah, he likes to leave 'em hungry, yeah he loves to hear 'em yell! |
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'Cause he's a star |
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No one can tell him anymore |
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He'll ride as far |
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As the road can go |
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And what it costs, he oughta know |
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He said he'd do it |
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He's a star |
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And finally, the wild applause that cleans his soul and saves |
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He's left with no companions, only enemies and slaves |
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He's scared again the show was slow, he felt it fall behind |
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Tomorrow night's already raising riot in his mind |
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But he's a star |
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No one can tell him anymore |
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He'll ride as far |
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As the road can go |
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And what it costs, he oughta know |
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He said he'd do it |
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He's a star |
