| Heaven, everything you wanted
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| You know what you came for
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| Tell me what you got right now
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| Ain’t it funny, they all come for money
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| From Maine to Arizona
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| And a star out on the Walk of Fame
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| Do you like it, go and shout it
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| Play it harder, never doubt it
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| Now in a world of constant change
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| Nothin' stays the same
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| They’ll run you outa here, that’s Hollywood
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| And though you think you’ll never change
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| You’re not quite the same
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| It all seems so sincere, in Hollywood
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| Winnin', winnin' makes you over
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| The glory days roll by you
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| You’re leavin' all the clouds behind
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| And the losers don’t have much to offer
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| But they can drag you under
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| As fast as you can draw the line
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| And though you’re really not to blame
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| You fall into your fame
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| The flames are oh so near, in Hollywood
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| And when you think you know their game
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| Somethin' quite so strange
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| No one knows you’re here, in Hollywood
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| So you’re dancin' on the dotted line
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| They got you workin' workin' overtime
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| It’s a shame, shame, shame
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| You can’t fight it, don’t deny it
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| You can’t hide it
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| The way you do the things you do
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| They say that some things never change
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| The plot remains the same
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| No one wins out here, in Hollywood
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| And though you think you’re not to blame
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| You fall into your fame
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| Flames are oh so near, in Hollywood
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| And with the real world out of range
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| Can you make the change
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| And walk on outa here, that’s Hollywood |