She's still another party blonde who had it all her way,
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Now, just another hanger on with a faded resume.
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He's gonna be a leading man in the gary cooper mold,
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Now, working at a pretzel stand but it's him that's getting sold.
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Big dreamer gonna take the town but she's running out of time,
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Still singing at a sleazy lounge to a house of drooling swine.
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Self satisfied narcissist with a body like a god,
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He's thinking that's all there is but 'i don't want that job'.
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Streets of pain, they don't hear the crying......never felt the tears...they just keep on lying.
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Get it through your head 'cause some things never change.
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Won't it finally be obvious that there's very little chance?
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Can't they see it's a greyhound bus and not their handsome prince?
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Isn't anybody satisfied with the average girl next door?
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Does she have to be glamorized so the world will love her more...?...sinking like a rock in a river...never felt so cold......lower than a snake can slither,
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Not to mention all the stories never told.
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Pretty girl becomes a socialite standing in somebody else's light.
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Anything can happen late at night,
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In the morning she'll be out of sight.
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Made a million on a lucky streak, threw it all away as foolishly,
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One of many comic tragedies, what else can there be?
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So you better get on the road to the desolation station,
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And you better bring all you own, it's a permanent vacation.
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We're waiting here with open arms but it isn't what it seems.
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Just looking for the boulevard on the trail of broken dreams...
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Streets Of Pain
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| Richard Marx |
