She's history
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No one would give her a star on the walk
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She'd have a hundred if pillows could talk
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where have I seen her before?
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she's the face on the cutting room floor
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It's no mystery
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acting in school at the tenderest age
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Lit up the room when she stepped on the stage
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Came to LA for some more
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she's the face on the cutting room floor
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she had visions of contracts
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and thousands of people in line
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to see her;
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knocking on door after door after all of this time,
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Now she's not sure
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Up in Hollywood
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stayed with an agent she met in a bar
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laughed when he told her he'd make her a star
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where has she heard that before?
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she's the face on the cutting room floor
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One night he told her that she'd never get anywhere
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in her clothes
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that's what it takes to play movieland musical chairs
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now she knows
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Goodbye Hollywood
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leaving tonight on the 2:30 'hound
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sunrise or sunset she won't be around
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but they'll replace her with so many more
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she's the face on the cutting room floor
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poor little face on the cutting room floor
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Face on the Cutting Room Floor
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Nitty Gritty Dirt Band |