Step on the stage
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the lights, the praise,
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the curtain calls and the big parade
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You know that life all too well
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Promise the pain, the valor, the rage
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Hold up your hands for the bow and the wave
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You know his touch a little too well
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You throw yourself into their arms
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Mistresses have all the fun
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But no one's ever there to take you home
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Box up your gloves and your down coats
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Bound for the sun and the west coast
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Where upper crust tragedy is abound
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A tip for the girl at the coat check
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The guy at the door and the bar back
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They know your face oh so well
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But movies never made you famous
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All your dreams got lost or traded
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And all you ever cared about got lost
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You were surely still an actress older men would find attractive
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And all you ever dreamed of was the cost
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Where there's gold there's a gold digger [x6]
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You throw yourself into their arms
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Mistresses have all the fun
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But no one's ever there to take you home
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Where There's Gold..
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| Dashboard Confessional |
