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I'll give you everything because I know you will throw it all away.
How far would you go to leave your mark?
That moment that lasts forever. Do you want That fifteen minutes of Fame that only comes once?
If so then come with me.
The world will know your name from the ground up sweetie.
First music then movies , the worst type of both.only the best for my star.
Fifteen minutes turn into 3 years and you are still climbing.
TV shows , commercials and talk shows.
Now it's 11 years.Ok baby open your eyes.
Look at the magazines, missed calls from your boyfriend and spots of blood on the bathroom floor.
I know you wouldn't dare look in the mirror.Thats fine your famous and everybody loves you.
I love you , the dying you, the one who is loosing control.
Your on the news more often now.How does it feel?
Your married and getting ready for another divorce.
Your falling deeper into the swamp of lost talent with a smile on your face and dead eyes in your skull.
Your 53 now and things are looking good through the window.Inside, however, your awards are covered in contracts and snow.
Now as you lower the revolver to your waiting mouth I think it's time I ask you if you did it?
Did you change lives, oh we all will remember you don't worry dear.
I say you succeed in becoming another clone that the media loves to report on and leave for dead.
Bang!!!
You most certainly have left a mark.
All over thar 23 thousand dollar tile wall.
That moment that lasts forever. Do you want That fifteen minutes of Fame that only comes once?
If so then come with me.
The world will know your name from the ground up sweetie.
First music then movies , the worst type of both.only the best for my star.
Fifteen minutes turn into 3 years and you are still climbing.
TV shows , commercials and talk shows.
Now it's 11 years.Ok baby open your eyes.
Look at the magazines, missed calls from your boyfriend and spots of blood on the bathroom floor.
I know you wouldn't dare look in the mirror.Thats fine your famous and everybody loves you.
I love you , the dying you, the one who is loosing control.
Your on the news more often now.How does it feel?
Your married and getting ready for another divorce.
Your falling deeper into the swamp of lost talent with a smile on your face and dead eyes in your skull.
Your 53 now and things are looking good through the window.Inside, however, your awards are covered in contracts and snow.
Now as you lower the revolver to your waiting mouth I think it's time I ask you if you did it?
Did you change lives, oh we all will remember you don't worry dear.
I say you succeed in becoming another clone that the media loves to report on and leave for dead.
Bang!!!
You most certainly have left a mark.
All over thar 23 thousand dollar tile wall.
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