He came in from the Midwest, and wanna be the best,
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but he's looking for fame and he's taking no less,
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can't get a job, and he can't catch a break,
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just another bob, with everything at stake,
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and he can't go back, admitting defeat,
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just another washed-up broken deadbeat.
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[Chorus:]
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Lost in Hollywood
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It's no good.
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Lost in Hollywood.
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Now his shattered dreams of being everything,
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are turned to dust with a quick bitter sting,
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and he must move on, he cannot stop,
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from the bottom of the world he'll make it to the top,
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and he's making and faking and learning to dance
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He's only got one more chance.
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Lost In Hollywood
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| Time Again |
