Come from the suburbs into the city
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They say you can make it
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If you're young and pretty
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Dreams must be tall
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Ain't it a pity
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But they say you can make it
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If you're young and pretty
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So I sit inside my dressing room
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Waiting for the band to play
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And I wonder what is left to loose
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Where is anyone, any way
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Outside a neon, face from exhaustion
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Screaming with promise of what's inside
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But nobody's watching
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I go for the money, my wallet's a liar
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Nothing inside cause the world is on fire
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So I give them that old routine
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No one listens, any way
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When I fight for what it means
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God I wish I had someone here today
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So I give them that old routine
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No one listens, any way
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When I fight for what it means
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God I wish I had someone here today
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Come from the suburbs into the city
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They say you can make it
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If you're young and pretty
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Come from the sidelines into the city
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They say you can make it
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If you're young and pretty
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They say you can make it
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If you're young and pretty
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Young And Pretty
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Cher |