Future star, red guitar, you're gonna go far if you find a right producer

The world's your toy, super boy, the girls all faint and you start a new religion



Four-star media whore backdoor encounters with Madonna, ahh ahh, ahh ahh

Sales fall, lose it all, the crowd moves on and you can't afford a limo, ahh ahh, ahh ahh



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Pout and cry, fake suicide, then read a book About a past addiction

Tombstone, all you own, twenty years and no one will remember 



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