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Plastic faces
Leaving no traces
Wondering what places to be

Every pain rain
She's falling insane
Killing my flame into your fame

This is my my Hollywood
There's nothing real about me
This is you're you're Hollywood
So if you're deceived just let it be

You can have it
But you can't fix it
Underneath your stain of time
Come along now into this new mansion
The sweetest price you'll have to pay

What you thought would always be yours
Just passed you by
Back of limousing on the cover of that magazine
Trying to make a scene but you're shivering like a fiend
You believed the hype but it just didn't turn out so right

So this is my my Hollywood
So this is you're you're Hollywood

You wanted all you had it all
You flew too high now your wings are dry

No this ain't my Hollywood
No this ain't your Hollywood
No this ain't my
No this ain't my
No this ain't my my Hollywood

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Hollywood
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