Johnny wanna be a big star
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Get on stage and play the guitar
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Make a little money, buy a fancy car
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Big old house and an alligator
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Just to match with them alligator shoes
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He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the blues
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He's singing songs about material things
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And platinum rings and watches that go bling
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But, diamonds don't bling in the dark
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He a star now, but he ain't singing from the heart
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Sooner or later he's just gonna fall apart
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Coz his fans can't relate to his new found art
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He ain't doing what he did from the start
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And that's putting in some feeling and thought
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He decided to live his life shallow
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Passion is love for material
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[Chorus]
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And its gone... gone... going...
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Gone... everything gone... give a damn...
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Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing...
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Gone people... up awkward with their things... gone.
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You see yourself in the mirror
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And you feel safe coz it looks familiar
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But you afraid to open up your soul
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Coz you don't really know, don't really know
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Who is, the person that's deep within
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Coz you are content with just being the na¯ve brown man
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And you fail to see that its trivial
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Insignificant, you addicted to material
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I've seen your kind before
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Your the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
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Packaged up with inscent sticks
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With them vegetarian meals
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To you that's righteous
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You're fiction like books
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You need to go out to life and look
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Coz... what happens when they take your material
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You already sold your soul and its...
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[Chorus]
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You say that time is money and money is time
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So you got mind in your money and your money on your mind
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But what about... that crime that you did to get paid
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And what about... that bid, you can't take it to your brain
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Why you on about those shoes you'll wear today
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They'll do no good on the bridges you've walked along the way
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All that money that you got gonna be gone
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That gear that you rock gonna be gone
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The house up on the hill gonna be gone
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The gold -- on your grill gonna be gone
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The ice on your wrist gonna be gone
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That nice little Miss gonna be gone
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That whip that you roll gonna be gone
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And what's worst is your soul will be gone
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[Chorus]
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Gone Going
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| Black Eyed Peas |
