Though the sun always shiunes in the magazines Tonight can we be free to be who we really are He says times like these I don't want to be a superstar Cause reality tv killed them all in america Says he don't care anymore
She's leaving a trail of broken hearts Her ex lovers claim it was different from them Curtains will close at the Hollywood Bowl; She said: "Baby it's hard when you burn like a star" lyrics La Cienega cries as she passes by
And I guess that's why they call it the blues Rolling like thunder under the covers Laughing like children living like lovers Time on my hands could be time spent with you Picture my face in your hands
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